Had enough
Rip off my wings, Make me the fallen one. Call me a Demon as I grow horns and tail. Call me cruel when I grew tired. Call me a liar when I stopped caring. Don't understand that even I get tired. A heart of gold turns to a heart of stone. The kind smile slowly died over years. And like Ikaros flew too close to the sun, I dove too deep into the icy waters. Swallowed by dark, now found my way back. But I changed. Not the one who sacrifices everything. But the one who doesn't give a fuck.
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