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Perched on a rooftop, allowing himself to soak in the angels tears and watch their decaying wings make its feathers drop to this dying world.
This society⦠absolved, consecrated, sanctified, possessed of the devil like a flood of black crows of his internal tree.
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It's pouring rain. He always liked the rain, the way it felt, coming down in the darkness, tiny angel tears that catch splinters of moonlight, then splash on skin.
The world seems ok in the rain.
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In the biting December rain, Eric sat alone, his silhouette a haunting figure against the stormy backdrop. His mind, a labyrinth of torment, was as relentless as the rain, each drop a chilling reminder of his fractured existence.
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Eric places a soft and loving kiss onto @dragvnstoneβs forehead while running his fingers through her beautiful hair.
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An angel with spiders inside a vision from hell, its spine is a vertical scream slow as concrete, blurred as a dream it spins around and down on an axis of atrocity fueled by inertia, depth, radius, and velocity.
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γ Iβm stuck in a state of perpetual suffering and you donβt deserve to be exposed to that torture. γ
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γ Youβd think Iβd know, but after everything Iβve tried β Iβm left without a solution. γ
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γ Iβm open to suggestions, though Iβll warnβ¦the results may not be very promising. γ
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γ Itβs the pain thatβs my fuel, such as a heart is to the living. I wish there was something that could help meβ¦Iβve tried everything to feel anything but the psychological and emotional torture Iβm subjected to. γ
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γ Iβll never experience a breath of fresh air from this madness. I yearn to feel peace once againβ¦but thatβs wishful thinking for something thatβs essentially impossible. γ
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γ Maybe someday Iβll slip to a place where sorrow burns no more. As of now, I cater to the madness without much choice. γ
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γ No need to apologize. Iβm thankful youβre not placed in the position that was bestowed upon me through vengeance, hate, and pain. γ
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γ The dead donβt sleep, Iβm afraid. γ
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He remembers a room carved from stone, slick with mossy dreams that came off on his fingers to make him wretch from fumes of slow-cooked hope.
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Alone this tortured vessel sits, in a room blessed only by candlelight
If only the shadows could talkβ¦
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