hearts demig0d
This whole terrible life is but a bad dream, soon to be awakened hopefully. My existence - a little more than a flame without heat. To be stuffed out between her two fingers. Blackness, complete ... now what was lost is found the dawn a lie, and the night a grace. Seemingly somewhat displaced tho- I still seek to crawl and grovel at your feet!
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