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The Story And Legend Behind Kagome, KagomeHow many of you have heard the song Kagome, Kagome by Vocaloid? If you haven't, here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyx6LKtSr6s
Now then, before you proceed, I'm warning you now: This is some creepy as fuck stuff.
The story is, during World War 2, German scientists performed experiments on children in a Hiroshima orphanege to try and make them "immortal". It's said that they succeeded, to an extent, but the "successfull" children had "strange behavior". A scientist wrote this in his journal:
"They appear normal at first, just like any of the other children, playing cheering, learning normally, but when separated from the others, they seem... off. They stroll carelessly around, with a blank smile on their face, their eyes looking straight at you. If approached from behind, their heads snap around with ungodly speed and for a moment, you can almost see an expression so vile on their face that it makes you want to co
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SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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