nicoIe: Half Alive.
nicoIe: Lost in the moment.
nicoIe: Let's grow old together.
nicoIe: Dreaming.
nicoIe: Girl Afraid.
nicoIe: Dreams.
nicoIe: The shameless kiss of vanity.
nicoIe: graveyard girl.
nicoIe: a duel of personalities, that stretch all true realities.
nicoIe: Sometimes it's faded, disintegrated.
nicoIe: It's just a restless feeling by my side.
nicoIe: How does it feel?
nicoIe: ..and the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
nicoIe: Four winds, blowing through her hair.