Why?

When people fall, don't they bleed?
When anger appears, don't they seethe?
With love, comes pain and fear,
With hate, comes anger and tears.

In this world, the Reapers live.
Fallen angels but they are,
Everything they could choose to be -
Except when they left behind their humanity.

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It was only night and night that became day.
The words on his wrist, the cigarette used. He had carved the words into his skin,
They reminded him of mistakes made and the loss of him.

je ne regrette rien

I regret nothing, whispered he.
The love you said, the love you made.
In the end, society's rules and people's hate,
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