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i love him 

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hc

Dazai always write “Chuya Nakahatra” and enrage him even more.

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shigaraki is my spirit animal 

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hi guys!

I did it!

Thank you for all, Dazai Osamu.

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///my aesthetics is the night. the fresh air from the warm sea, soft waves, the moon in the dark sky and rare stras. oh, also cigarettes. ///i am standing in the water and letting out smoke puffs. my mouth is full of unspoken words and aftertastes of rum. ///slowly closing my eyes simultaneously falling in this micro-universe. friends are laughing. me too. ''concentrate".

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save him from chuuya 

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Malcolm fucking Rouvelier, I recognized you.

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sorry not sorry

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sorry

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Perfect 

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I associate this poem with Rika and Yoosung. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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I sold my soul to a three-piece

And he told me I was holy.

He's got me down on both knees.

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Ciara -- Paint it, Black