| kodou_ ( @ 2005-07-05 01:22:00 |


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Everytime I bleed, there lies a reason to live.... And I discover words being so vivid and bright
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity
The Final
Let's bloom flowers of attempted suicide.