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I'm here, reading the brave diary of Lenore Vandernacht

Trying to save all of his friend

Fighting for her dear lover

And against the cruel Dean's game

Me, my world confined to her struggle,

Hope Lenore save everybody in the end

Reality consume fiction little by little

I should wake up and tidy my room

But Annabel and Lenore seems more real

But i'm no Annabel nor Lenore

Scarcely a distraught cat,

Not quite hiding in the shadows

Alas I do not shine by the sun,

Merely a quiet stone,

Reflecting a little light

And I know where my heart rest

I had never born, for my self to be a ghost

In a futur past, my shell will be a fairy