Beautiful Pain
What a beautiful nightmare you live. Begging to be seen. Fighting to be invisible. Locked in satan's realm you are surrounded by a cold and bitter hatred. The you that lived before is barely breathing, drowning in fear being overcome by a monster. It's too loud.
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