Angelic Solace
I love you Angelica, but those words are as nebulous as the air that contains it. To find Solace in your name is a euphoric emptiness, which can only be found in the kernel of happiness of the entity that I disdain the most. It is not the poignant words of my most prized that will destroy me, but the praise from the most vile."Please help me," I whisper as if God can only hear.
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