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[Lostfairy]

Ha! It’s enough
All the gibberish on my ear, I'mma let it blow
My five senses are focused on it, on edge
You come in and stir it up recklessly
When I fall asleep with one eye open
You permeate without a sound, the phantom
I’m so sick and tired of it
When the light turns on, I hope you’re gone

I was looking at my items and as soon as I saw this pink hair item, I knew I had to make a Chanyeøl dress-up. ^w^