This is a grudge poem about tutoring first and then the god of death...
My deskmate forced me to dye the leather...
It would be a tragedy if I were to dye Da Xipi!
Aizen's soul is buried, Aizen adopts Aizen, enough is enough!
It's probably the weekly update = =Computer class is popping up
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Hey... Poppy
... What's wrong
[This guy Aizen... Is he that good? Hinamori is the same, so are you, you all admire him so much——]
[Hmm - Father, he is always very gentle and very capable. Although there is nothing else, but because he is my father, my father is the best in everything; my father, I will do whatever I say.
Even if it is harmful to nature, even if it is bruised all over the body.
Father, you are Poppy's only light.
Before and after death, it will always be the same.
Forever.
Forever.
Forever.
Blue dyed red poppy.
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