2011-04-07 Thu 21:21
My body is made of wounds.
My soul is frozen. The words are my disguise.
The watch that never to tick-tack is her mercy.
Being at battlefields countless times I am worn out.
Have never being routed.
Have never saved anyone.
I was just born to meet you.
I got the most powerful and the greatest charm.
My body is soul, made of infinitude of wounds.
I am already out of any range of principles of this world.
form dear reform ！
reform dear ……
Deus ex machina！
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