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A mistaken assumption of his fallen adoration, a fantasy of dancing to a song not yet sung, to be the one who strains to stay in key. Discarded reflection left to bleed for better days. No saving, one who's lost all hope, she would sew her eyes shut for just one kiss. When all she needs is just one regret, nestled in a depression. Days go on, constant night, and crueler days are coming. Brace yourself for the coming song, a symphony, a melody that teases the coming end. Discarded carnation left to sway in the wind. Broken halo, fallen angel, passing judgement, burning parchment. Twisted kind of obsession, build it up and tear it down...
I hate everyone.
I hate everyone.