This diary belongs to: A little blonde brat.

~*♪Day Seven♪*~

Dear diary,
Life is awful and cruel, yet somehow I am able to stain a petty smile on my face. Pathetic really, but I've prepared something rather pretty, a poem.
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"Butterfly, butterfly caught in a web,

Fear and hopelessness stuck in its head,

A faery, a spider they're one in the same,

Hoheo taralna rondero tarel, I call it's name,

I need a faery, a hero, a friend,

Before I am forced into his bed,

It's cold and it's painful the darkness calls me,

The boy now known as Alois Trancy."
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-Alois☆〜