クロミ

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Now, only this body of mine is decaying. There's no way it will stop. This body of sweet roses is withering away. No matter how much I ask for it, those lips of madness hide it behind a cold mask and continue to take away my life: Anguish and disillusionment. But now, there's no way this body of mine will stop decaying.

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Age N/A
Personality Morose
Interests Pondering my orb

abandoned neocities test.