☆ミKaito☆ミ

:sparkles: Welcome to my bio :sparkles:

:performing_arts: Kaito logging in.... :performing_arts:

:diamonds: Age unknown :diamonds:

:diamonds: Height 5'3 :diamonds:

:diamonds: Weight 90 :diamonds:

:diamonds: status single :diamonds:

:diamonds: curator 4/14/24 :diamonds:

:diamonds: Leader 5/30/24 :diamonds:

:diamonds: Agent 6/3/24 :diamonds:

🛑 Do not spam me with friend request otherwise I will Block you don't send me request I will not follow back :warning:

:diamonds: current mood: emotionally exhausted physically tired

:diamonds: Do not text me for rp in pms I don't do rp don't come into my pms trying to sniff me that's really unsettling....

:diamonds: Please don't come to my pms with an attitude the same attitude you're giving me that's the same attitude you'll receive from me in return I have a right to refuse to help if all I'm getting is a horrible attitude

:diamonds: song lyrics...

I want to breathe, so I release my first cry unto this world, but it's hard to live, so again, I cry tears and scream. Do I want to live? Do I want to die? I really

don't get it, this contradiction. Even if I want to die, I'll put that in these verses, these lyrics; today, I'll

sing while appearing to be dead. When my quivering voice breathed life into a song, it was

then I realized, that was the first time my breath could be seen. They say that in the end, the value of music is subjective– well then, I'll sing as I

please, I'll show you the message I want to convey. I won't despair over or be afraid of my mistakes. They say to "live the right way," but I want to fight

against that. My whole life has consisted of "it’s my fault." Even if I’m treated like a fool, I'll be hurt and

I'll hurt others, I'll live, causing both kindness and injury. The present I see is everything to me, so I don't want to cling onto ideals of the past or the

future. Beat, beat, oh heart of mine! It might be unsteady, but even so, this is my pulse. Some time

ago, I'd grown to hate even that light it's surely shining down on my eyes. Holding onto some haphazard, nonsense feelings, this heart is coming

into view. I want to breathe, so I release my first cry unto this world, but it's hard to live, so again, I cry

tears and scream. Do I want to live? Do I want to die? I really don't get it, this contradiction. Even if I

want to die, I'll put that in these verses, these lyrics; I'll sing while appearing to be dead. If there's a day where I lived, having wanted to disappear, neither

of those feelings have to be untrue. Sing, sing, oh heart of mine! Both hope and despair drive my pulse.

You can't fixed what's emotionally dead it all seems to be me

[All dead flowers|ndc://-me]