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Zo-Zo

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Male

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29

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February 29th

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Ecruteak City, Johto

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Association

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Fence

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Pansexual

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Teacher

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Abilities

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Like most other gijinka, Enzo himself holds the traits of the very creature that he shares his genes with- and in his particular case, that aforementioned creature itself would be the Ninetales. Although his hair had been a natural black when he was initially born as a Vulpix gijinka, he found that his hair began to gradually shift into the current blonde that it is today over time; likely due to the Ninetales’s own, golden fur. Alongside this, his eyes had always been a natural hue of a brightened amber, and such is the same eye color that he retains to this day. In the case of Pokemon oriented attributes, he holds the standard and signature nine tails that the vulpine Pokemon itself has, as well as the golden furred ears that it holds, as well. Rather than sitting atop his head, however, the aforementioned ears look to be located a little bit further down his head; closer to the sides and where the common, humanoid ears would be, though not exactly within those areas all the while.[break][break]

By virtue of being a Ninetales gijinka himself, Enzo is capable of both producing and manipulating existing and self procured flames alike. For the most part, he is capable of forming a few, decently sized orbs of flame at a time while having them float idly around him in the event that he doesn’t use them right away, and - at the cost of his own energy and fatigue - would be capable of creating a few more at a time, or perhaps even a significantly larger one. Alongside this, he can also breathe these flames to a minor extent due to his fire type anatomy, and can resist flames and heat in general much better as a result of this, too. This by no means makes him invulnerable to flames and being burned; rather, it helps him deal with the heat significantly better than others.[break][break]

Although it may not necessarily be as strong as it would be with other types of gijinka, Enzo is also capable of using some form of a very minor hypnosis- though his type of hypnosis is somewhat different compared to others to begin with. While other gijinkas with hypnosis could potentially break others - or possibly control them for however long, depending on their own, mental statures - Enzo’s hypnosis is somewhat more emotion oriented for the most part. To some extent, he can cause others to fall into some sort of daze while having them follow his vocal commands, but for the most part, he normally tends to use this ability on the surface in order to sway one’s emotions. He often uses this ability to make a saddened person to feel happier, or an anxious person to feel calmer- but if he deems it necessary, he can try his best to reach further into the emotions to temporarily numb them and sway them that way.[break][break]

While born within the most recent century - and while his current age remains to be his true age - the truth of the matter is that Enzo’s lifespan is significantly longer than most average humans and gijinkas alike as a result of being a Ninetales gijinka himself. He may not necessarily be immortal through age oriented means in any case, but his age capacity is expanded vastly in comparison to most others due to his Ninetales genetics. Should he live his life all the way through without any unnecessary or unfortunate incidents along the way - and without suffering from any diseases, as well as other things of the sort - then his natural lifespan would be multiple times of that of the average being. He himself is capable of living for centuries on end in the event that his natural life remains calm and unthreatened by sicknesses and the like- though whether or not he chooses to live that extensive life all the way through within the grand scheme of things is a completely other matter altogether.[break][break]

End of ability listings; biography begins beyond the next header.[break][break]

...But it hurts when you disapprove all along

For a good half of his life, Enzo’s life had actually been set for him, with little to no option for consideration of his own opinions.[break][break]

Born on February 29th to a man and woman named Sein Jaime Kai and Eun Dal Song (or Korikawa Tatsuko, if referring to her Japanese name), Enzo Song - or known by his birth name of Sanda Eldex Kai - is the younger brother of the deceased Zarni Jairence Kai, and had never attained the chance to properly meet his mother as a result of being the cause of her death. Sein was originally a monk within the Kanto region before meeting his wife, but following Eun Dal’s death through Sanda’s delivery, he had withdrawn his prior lifestyle in order to become a Shaolin style monk once more after becoming involved within several monk affiliations whom had migrated to Johto in order to establish more monasteries and to further extend their reach across the area. Deeming that he had little to nothing more to lose with the death of his wife, Sein resigned to the ways of a monk after discovering his other companions, and had even gone so far as to drive Zarni to follow suit from a young age. Soon after he had become able to walk and talk, Sanda became the third person within the family to inherit the monk’s lifestyle after his father had brought him into the same monastery that he and Zarni had entered.[break][break]

As a result of the strictness of the disciplinary training one was required to endure as a monk in training, Sanda had truthfully been a rather quiet, sheltered, and compliant child when he was younger, alongside physically and mentally solid, as well. With only a meal to eat per day even as an adolescent, his body had become adjusted and accustomed to sustaining itself on minimal sources of fuel and energy, all while continuously building muscle, reflexes, and other things of the sort from the armed and unarmed physical combat training that those of his monastery led him and the other children through. His studying and training was held as an utmost and top priority due to his father’s constant insistence, and even through his free time, he never quite spent time with the other children. For the most part, he ever only really continued to study and train on his own when presented with times capable of being used for leisure, and only ever had sparing, yet bond-inducing conversations with Zarni in rare moments. In addition to that, he held minor, short-lived conversations with his father every so often; most of which specifically and strictly revolved around checking Sanda’s disciplinary and academic progress, and also ended within nothing more than a backhanded compliment in the long run and by the end of things. It was something that Sanda had grown accustomed to, though hadn’t quite paid much attention to since it was essentially all that he ever knew. There were, of course, times that he pondered a little bit more upon the reasoning as to why his father had shown his seemingly disinterested and borderline harsh demeanor towards him throughout nearly all of the interactions that he had with him, though due to the aforementioned reason, he simply brushed whatever doubts and thoughts that he had aside in order to resume his studies, and in hopes to finally and sincerely make his father prouder than he had ever seemed up into that point.[break][break]

Even through the times in which he had been taken from the rest of his fellow monk trainees within the dead of night, he kept this mentality. Even through the times that he had been beaten a little bit more through spars and supposed, extensive versions of his disciplinary training by his father in the dead of night, he still strove to train himself furthermore, and to put in the extra bits of effort whenever possible to grow stronger and to become closer to perfection as far as the monk disciplinary regimens went. Even through the numerous amounts of bruises and cuts that he had suffered beneath his robes, he endured and simply pressed on and on; through the pain, and through the abuse that he hadn’t quite realized was occurring at the time - or rather, the abuse that he had brought and insisted himself to reject and accept as falsities, despite knowing the truth of the matter deep down - he had forced himself to continue on in hopes of eventual and final acceptance and approval from his father. Each and every session had always been followed by the minor maintenance of a mass degree of newfound wounds, but for sake of attempting to earn his approval, Sanda chose to persevere through the pain and shoulder onwards- and that only motivated Sein to take their private training sessions harsher and more seriously. Thus, he did just that, all while knowing that all that Sanda had ever wanted was the approval that he would never get from him.[break][break]

It hadn’t been until a particular, late night sparring session that he had finally been enlightened to the truth that had been staring him dead in the eyes ever since he could remember.[break][break]

That night, he and Sein had taken their private training regimen a little bit differently. Rather than engaging within physical and unarmed combat, Sein had taken the liberty of sneaking a couple of swords away from the main area and towards their common, self-proclaimed sparring field off of the shrine campus and further towards the forests surrounding it; something that occurred on occasion, though on a rare one, regardless. He had given Sanda one before swiftly and abruptly initiating the sparring practices, constantly showing him little to no mercy as he often did during their sessions. For sake of leaving no visible evidence of the night, the two had taken the upper halves of their robes off and had bandages readied on the sidelines, and Sein often took this as an advantage and opportunity to become a little bit more reckless with wounds and whatnot. Often times, he aimed for Sanda’s hands and wrists to disarm him before giving him a couple more cuts- which is exactly what he did, and seemingly deemed it necessary to take the session an extra mile, even going so far as to train his reflexes even further by striking at him while still recovering from his most recent wounds in attempt to get him to become accustomed to swift dodging tactics. Much to Sanda’s chagrin, and Sein’s truthful lack of surprise, however, these attempts proved to be feeble and futile, and many pauses had to be taken in between disarming sequences for him to be able to pick himself back up.[break][break]

Many rounds later, and Sanda would have given up and resigned from their training regiment earlier than the time it had normally ended, inflicted with various wounds across his arms and upper body alike, and even had several, small, and shallow stab wounds scored into his flesh; ones of the type that hadn’t been fatal, though stung and induced strong and intense amounts of pain regardless. By a certain point, he would have resulted to keeping upon the grass after he had been knocked down one last time, bleeding profusely not from any wounds in particular, though altogether as a result of the sheer amount of wounds that he maintained after that night. Sein had looked at Sanda as he laid on the ground that night, slipping his own robes back on and tossing his sword onto the ground next to him before crouching down. The glare that he was given would remain forever etched into his mind, as well as the following words that he had spoken to him:[break][break]

“...You’re not nearly strong as your mother. She deserved to live, and you deserved to die.”[break][break]

Those statements were spoken quickly and within a manner that left Sanda pondering them within a half pained and half shocked demeanor as he remained on the ground and watched as his father left, silently leaving him with the responsibility of sneaking the swords that he had taken back into the room that he had taken them from. The tears that flooded his eyes and slipped into the grasses beneath him had been much heavier and in greater amounts than the prior nights during that particular experience, and he had been so drained in physical and mental states alike that he wouldn’t have managed to bring himself back up upon his feet that night if another individual hadn’t been watching from afar. If he hadn’t been there, then Sanda would have resulted to simply laying as he was all through the night, and had been more or less fine with bleeding out from his wounds.[break][break]

Thankfully, however, that one person that had been keeping an eye on him hadn’t waited to surface until later into the night when he had fallen asleep, much like he had done in the past. While Sanda remained curled within the grasses, crying from the emotional pain of the confirmation of his long-time thoughts, as well as the physical pain of his cuts and other injuries, his hidden and previously unknown savior had run out from the shadows that he had been lurking beneath as their father had fully walked out of sight.[break][break]

His hero in the form of his brother, Zarni.[break][break]

At first, all that Sanda could feel was both pain and confusion as he heard his brother’s voice call out to him, and such confusion had only been further emphasized as Zarni had gently rolled him over, allowing him to see his face. Within a short amount of time, he found his wounds gently stinging as his brother began to clean him, and his eyes were kept clear and solid upon him as he went to work on stopping the bleeding from wherever he was injured before bandaging him up. During that instance, they had discussed what occurred that night, and Sanda was brought to reveal that such events had been happening for a while by then; something that made Zarni cringe from the gravity of the abuse, as well as the fact that he wasn’t all too surprised, given their father’s common demeanor towards him. There was nothing that Zarni could really do against their father - as he’d likely lash out at him if he pried too much - but from then on, he attempted to do his best to at least lighten the amount of attention that Sein gave to Sanda in their free time for sake of not causing a full-blown scene within the monastery. For sake of not igniting the aforementioned drama throughout the shrine grounds, he had also convinced Sanda to return to sleep while he himself returned the swords to their rightful places that time around, and escorted him back to his respective sleeping spot before returning the blades. They agreed that they would look out for one another, and - just like he had been doing for the past few years as it was - would shoulder and play his wounds off as he normally did for sake of not rousing attention- which was sadly something he learned to do quite well.[break][break]

The following morning, however, drama had certainly and literally been ignited regardless. During the morning which he and his monk companions had been eating after their morning training, a group of ragtag arsonists decided that it would be a fun and nice idea to circle and sneak around the perimeter of the shrine grounds, and had each walked around their respectively claimed portions of the shrine campus to splash gasoline in a trail around it - and, since some of them had gotten lucky enough to step the slightest bit into the grounds, within it - before igniting a match on each of their respective sides before running off and leaving the chaos behind them. Several of the shrine buildings that they had tagged with gasoline burst into flames abruptly and swiftly, leaving little time for those inside to escape before they had become fully enveloped within flames. Some people made it out, like Sanda and Zarni. ...Others like their father hadn’t.[break][break]

Later that day, the police had found and arrested the group that had committed the crime, though their thwarting hadn’t changed the fact that both Sanda and Zarni had essentially been orphaned as a result of the fiasco, as well as how their home had been charred to burned wood and ashes for the most part. Due to the destruction of the majority of their shrine grounds, those who had inhabited the area had been split up and sent to other shrines within a somewhat close proximity of the first, and the brothers had been thankful and lucky enough to have been sent to the same shrine. However, their new shrine location was within a somewhat distanced portion of the city, where poverty was slightly more prominent, and, in turn, trouble and criminal rates were a bit more prominent, as well.[break][break]

Regardless, however, a nine-year-old Sanda and thirteen-year-old Zarni settled quickly within their new shrine and swiftly indulged themselves within their training routines once more. In the past, Zarni hadn’t quite been able to interact with his brother too much as a result of their father’s looming influence over him, though having been freed from his metaphorical grasp as a result of their initial shrine burning down, he had been enabled more opportunities to converse and interact with his younger sibling at long last. Despite the four-year age gap between them, Zarni had quickly become a more comfortable and morally just father figure to Sanda, all while maintaining his brotherly status, as well. Taking him under his wing and treating him with kindness and care in attempt to compensate for his lost time with him, he managed to gradually nudge Sanda out of the distant and quiet shell that he had built around himself as a result of their father’s treatment towards him, and had managed to turn him into a much more reactive and happy young man through the next three years. By that point in time, their bond had been close enough for Sanda to willingly sneak off from the monastery with his brother every so often; trusting in him as they ventured out every so often to traverse the city and have their own fun. Through the next two years, they had made a habit of sneaking away from the others in the dead of night in order to take their journeys, only to quickly return an hour or two before dawn in order to accordingly join within their daily morning training once more. During those times, Zarni had taken care to coach Sanda in a way, giving him tips and examples of what to do and what not to do as far as sneaking around and whatnot went- which was actually where he learned to put a facade on to mask the truth of some things when around others for sake of remaining subtle.[break][break]

An amount of time after he had turned fourteen, another shrine-related incident had occurred, though this one had been during the latter evening, rather than the broad daylight as the first one had been. While many people had been enjoying their hour of free time before the lights were always scheduled to be shut off, both Sanda and Zarni had decided to use their time that night to take a quick jog around the shrine in order to tire themselves and enable themselves ease when they were actually required to go to sleep later on. Upon the same time that they had reached the frontmost portion of the shrine grounds - specifically where the shrine’s primary donation boxes had been located - they came across another group of poor-looking and dirty teenagers around their age who had been fiddling around with the box lids and helping themselves to the collected money within. Having seen no one else aside from them lingering around the front at the time, both Zarni and Sanda had sprinted over to confront the two of them, and had been quick to be responded to with a few blades that some of the other boys had quickly brandished upon seeing some of the shrine residents.[break][break]

Both he and his brother were split up temporarily and quickly as the group followed suit; some focusing their attention on Sanda, and some focusing their attention on Zarni. In the beginning, they handled themselves accordingly and successfully as they managed to knock several of the boys down one by one. The moment that they hadn’t been sent at them one by one, however, they began having much more trouble.[break][break]

Eventually, both Sanda and Zarni were forced onto the defensive, grouping together as the other boys used their number-based advantage on them. Given that some time, bruises, and cuts had been dished out upon either sides, a winded and wounded Sanda and Zarni alike would have attempted to escape in order to call upon the other monks deeper into the shrine grounds, though were quick to be caught once more. As a result, the two of them resorted to screaming for the other monks rather than directly running to them- and they had managed to be noticed from afar, though not without suffering from multiple other kicks and punches as they had been restrained. While the other monks had begun to sprint over, however, one of the blade-wielding boys had turned his attention to Sanda. Before he could do anything to him, however, Zarni had managed to wriggle away from his captors’ grasps, intervening between Sanda and the person who would have attacked him, and ultimately taking the thrusted blade that was meant for him by the back. Sanda himself watched with shocked and horrified eyes as he felt his brother’s faltering stature from the stab while he was continuously restrained, and while the other boys had gotten to work in attempt to pry him away. Once they had managed to do so, Sanda had been recovered enough to struggle violently against those that kept him restricted, though had ultimately been forced to watch his brother be stabbed and kicked a couple more times after he was thrown to the floor. He eventually broke free and did a quick deal of damage to his restrictors as the other monks finally arrived and managed to capture a couple of the boys. The remaining ones sprinted off, and Sanda was quick to begin sprinting after them, but he was swiftly caught and prevented from doing anything rash as the other monks that came around held him back.[break][break]

Although it took a bit of effort to actually calm him down, the other monks managed to talk some sense into him- and just in the knick of time as his brother was being quickly carried off to one of the other buildings in attempt to treat his wounds. With his anger swiftly becoming a thing of the past, a sense of concern and urgency filled Sanda as he sprinted after the people who were bringing his brother off, and he joined them willingly and admittedly a bit forcefully; keeping close and watchful next to his sibling as they did their best to close off his wounds, and to stop the pain and bleeding. Much to his chagrin, however, they were unable to do so even at their best, which left Zarni with a great amount of blood lost from his stab wounds in the span of several minutes. It got a certain point where, although they were still trying, the other monks began to see and accept the fact that there wasn’t much more that they could do- even amidst Sanda’s pleads for them to try harder. Eventually, Zarni seemed aware of this, as well, and called his brother to come closer as he began speaking to him because of this.[break][break]

“You’ve come so far...so don’t you dare lose that smile of yours. If not for yourself, then for your brother~.”[break][break]

Sanda watched as his eyes closed, though the smile that he wore remained upon his lips.[break][break]

“Don’t let anything get you down. ...You deserve to be happy. So be happy with no regrets.”[break][break]

...Needless to say, he took his death extremely hard.[break][break]

The following morning, he continued on with his training despite what had happened- though at first, the smile that he had promised Zarni had been nonexistent throughout the day. The same occurred through the second day, as well as the third. This continued on for a while more up, and had actually imbued a sense of concern within the other monks as they were forced to watch Sanda - commonly erratic and energetic Sanda - remain emotionless and distant both during training and after, and even as the other friends that he made within the monastery attempted to interact with him. After a while, they decided to leave him be; something that Sanda himself appreciated since he simply only needed his time. The day that he finally smiled and returned to his common demeanor for sake of his brother was a shock to them for two reasons.[break][break]

The first was because he had done so rather swiftly, and literally overnight.[break]
The second was because he made a request of them when he had done so the next morning.[break][break]

His request, in short, was to leave the monastery. Although the reasons had been hidden from the monks for the most part, the truth of the matter was that he himself had finally become a bit worn out from seeing the monastery every day- mostly because glancing around at all of the familiar areas reminded him too much of of his brother and the experiences that they had gone through together. So, after straightening matters out - and managing to contact a distant cousin of his related to his mother after digging around with the help of his friends - he left the monastery after talking it out with the aforementioned cousin and moving in with him- even if he was admittedly and internally a little bit put off by the general setting of the area that he lived in: Lavender Town. Nevertheless, his training regimens continued for sake of maintaining a personal coping mechanism with his own emotions, though he was thankful to be able to eat a little bit more to balance matters out. His own, personal thoughts and problems continued to occur beneath the surface, however, and this was something that his own family had been quick to take note of. Often times, Sanda himself experienced various lows in behavior and moods alike despite his outwardly bubbly demeanor, and after enough thought and self evaluation, there was some point at a younger age that he had somewhat of an identity crisis after debating on who he was in regards to how he thought of himself, as well as the residue insults that lingered upon his shoulders as a result of his father. Earlier on, this ended up with him dying his hair white in attempt to set himself apart from the image of himself that his father bestowed upon him, and such was the image that he upheld throughout the next few years. Alongside that, he assessed his academics as was necessary before entering school at the level he was supposed to be at; entering high school as a highschool freshman while initially keeping up with a few tutors to further help him within his first year in legitimate public schooling. It was there that he officially fulfilled his promise to Zarni to maintain his smile, and with his upbeat personality from then on, he managed to make a good deal of friends despite being a newcomer to the school setting in general.[break][break]

It was also through school that he met one of his closest friends to this day: Myeong Kim. Although the circumstances through which they had been acquainted were less than fortunate - as he found her one day after she was physically abused and harassed by several other students within their grade - he still treated her as he would have any other person; talking as brightly as he ever did past her stutters of anxiety and fear alike, and eventually convincing her to let him help her. From then on, he saw her commonly throughout the school halls- and if she was ever being harassed again, he took it upon himself to step in and defend her each and every time that he witnessed it. Through this, they began to interact more- and between the many apologies had to offer, Sanda took it upon himself to brush them off while eventually attempting to get to know her a little bit better.[break][break]

The years went on, and for the most part, he himself allowed himself to be more and more free while around Myeong; telling her about his own upbringing, as well as a few factors of his deeper past- though all while still keeping the more gruesome portions vague, if not completely unmentioned. Throughout this same span of time, however, Sanda’s own identity issues continued on and grew increasingly worse - even if he didn’t quite show it all too often - alongside his own depression. By senior year - and soon after he turned eighteen - he took it upon himself to undergo a somewhat more major change and milestone within his life for his own sake. After graduation, he took his legality to his advantage; opting to attempt to clear his mind once and for all in the form of changing his own calling and identity altogether. Having been past the restrictions of being a minor by then, he changed his name completely for sake of leaving his past behind; instead inheriting the name Enzo Song as somewhat of a tribute to his mother’s Filipino genes, as well as her preferred, Korean surname. Needless to say, the aforementioned name is the one that he has stuck with up until the present day.[break][break]

He continued on with his schooling and personal activities following high school; going on to pursue a major in performing arts in college, and all while continuing his own involvements within martial arts and the like, as well. At some point, he stopped dying his hair and opted to return to his normal, blonde hair color, and such is the color that he has retained all throughout his graduation from college. For several years post graduation, he taught as a drama teacher within Kanto, though was offered another job at a high school in Lyeant after taking a trip for a workshop for sake of meeting with other teachers and teaching their own students himself. He took the offer, and at age twenty-six - so approximately a year prior to the war effort - he moved over to the region in order to continue pursuing his career as a theatre teacher within one of the many high schools within the cities.

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>>> TL;DR

there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.



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>>> FRIENDSHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> HATESHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> LOVESHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> WANTED

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.