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.
Name | N/A |
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Age | N/A |
Personality | Morose |
Interests | Pondering my orb |