RitoruAkuma

Once upon a time there was a girl, She was alone but not that she care, She met a person and not know its gender What is in its core? A boy or a girl? She hate humans but not the person, This person is not deceitful nor a barren, A person who gives happiness, But a person who is filled with sadness. Blood pouring, Tears drowning, It was not what the girl want Yet she envies the person's blunt. She saw its soul wearing out, Helping here and there running about, the tears she saw from the person she cannot bear, But giving flowers would she dare? What is it? a missing soul giving bags of joy? Or an angel helping pitiful mu