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☆〜