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HeLo pIpS! fEeL frEe tO aDd mE, i dOn'T bItE...much ^-^
*_mY name is Chikuma Sakiyurai_*
*_im 19 yrs. old_*
*_my birthday is Mar. 18_*
bestfriend of adrian_usui
twin of cHiSaTo_44
older brother of DiStUrBeD_AnGeL44
*~*AsK mE aNytHiNg yOu wAnT*~*
aM also doing commissions and art auctions with eri
for more info about it, ask me or eri
eri and i will soon be doing free art, pm me if you want one.
visit the topic posted by him for samples.
#_#_# mOrE aBoUt mE#_#_#
i have a twin bro
i love drawing and art
i happen to play the piano and violin...(requested by my mom
xd )
......and that's all for now
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Hello my dear, kill me gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
If you wait that you cannot save me, have you at least seen death?
Can I take your ragged breathing as a fake act?
Under the "creaks" that rain upon me, the trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that I can only understand with my mind
Die for me..., you can't save it.
Is it wrong? Answer me
See, let your eyes sway and waver
Because there are no lies in spilled tears
My hand..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What is left in the end are the rotten memories that have been burned
And the remains that can't even save a child
The shadow of the subject of the photograph goes crazy. Hate and terror scream together.
Seeing the peeling love, why must this body rot as well?
In the darkness that laughs in red, the foolish words that were spilled
Every time a breath was released is very alike to that "hate"
Under the "creaks" that rain upon me, the trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that I can only understand with my mind
Hello my dear, kill me gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
Let my wishes reach the ear that knows a newborn baby's voice and the sound of screams, to the pit bottom
Somehow, please make them sink so far into those wet eyes, as if to swallow them
Deep...So that they never touch me again
And those warped memories that laugh
Forget me..., you can't save it.
Is it wrong? Answer me
See, let your eyes sway and waver because there is nothing but lies in spilled tears
My hand..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What is left behind in the end are the rotten memories that have been burned
And the carriage that can't even love a child.
~Burial Applicant (translated) - The Gazette
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#_#_#dOn'T fOrGeT tO leAvE a ComMeNt#_#_#
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~*~*~ThAnK yOu~*~*~
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