It's my name.
It's my title.
It's my identity.
It's my insignia.
An awful mark,
that's what it is.
A permanent stamp,
to show no meaning.
Zero purpose.
Zero meaning.
Zero heart.
Zero feeling.
A two doesn't matter.
Nothing and nothing still equals nothing.
I hate this life.
Put me out of my pain.
A pink puffball came,
along with a fairy,
with crystal in hand,
had come to kill me.
He shot crystals in my eye.
He shot crystals at my head.
He shot crystals at my tail.
And then I was dead.
I look back at the duo in pink,
and I don't feel anger,remorse, or pain.
Because they're the heroes
who defeated my name.
And for that I thank thee,
because now I am free...
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