What am I, the reflection in the mirrors, the broken shards fading from the ground covered in rocks? Are those reflections who i am? Changing so much it's the time which does, I'm no longer this person, am I dark or light, judging from the past I should be non, doing many things, changing my mind is there something I can actually call a dream? Or a life? The gloom in my eye hold many answers for they shall not go, I shall not fade into another world or be in the past or future for the present is what I'm facing and I shall not retreat if anything is to happen. Now that is a promise
. But what am I doing here, there's no one to tell me am in the wrong crowd....! Pfft. And it's already too late. The computability of this is none.
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Kalafina - Lacrimosa
The phantom carriage parts the darkness, and goes toward where the light is, the trap known as dreams
I can look after myself and your data Neffariousity.
It is not a problem, even if it may be a tedious job.
You looks so much like my mirror on the other side.
Nice too meet you.
Y'what? Haha very funny. . .
I won't ever tell you, and I can protect myself so come at me if you can!
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