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The sweet lullaby of your voice no angels singing could compare the beauty that you held dare I say almost as beautiful as Aphrodite your smile held the ability to warm hearts and soothe thoughts you were good but the world is not it changed you reshaped you remade you into it's own creation now I no longer recognize you your face is wry your voice is hoarse your words are filled with Hate you've become Ugly