In lieu of parting,
Darling you don't have to minute whisper motivations into this tirelessly disgraced broken hope's tattooed sleeve heart of my silent remains, The mirror's forgotten to hold up its bargain... No longer honestly reflecting the protagonist scientifically disavowed apparition within this husk of a shell, This hallow's eve this gangrene distant memory ache cold wingless fallen seed of a fiery being is reality's true version of the bestial atonement seeking depraved angel that was... Me.
In earnest anticipation of,
Discovering what's real!
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