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密室ニテ-119-
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体の真ん中 走る衝撃
耳を劈く 静かな叫び
深く心を切り裂く
言葉の鋭利な刃
言葉は言刃となって
新たな生傷を刻む
The desire was confined to the secret room.
You voluntarily like red pains.
The rusted chain is installed in both hands.
I will die quietly with hatred.
No.119...No.119...No.119...No...
The desire was confined to the secret room.
You voluntarily like red pains.
The rusted chain is installed in both hands.
I will die quietly with hatred.
(loved)
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