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Immortal Suffering


I am so mad at myself for what I have just done.

 broke a heart, I took a life, I stole a soul.

The heart I broke was that of m loves, and the life i took the same.

Because when you break a heart you kill that person inside which then gives you the power to steal their soul.

And now that my bloodlust is quenched, my love s dead and for that I am truly sorry and dare I say pissed!

For I am a slave to my own emotions.

That heart I  broke, that love I let die, was not worth it.

So now I live with this guilt, this shame!

Forever!

Because f my wrong doing, my stupidity, and my loss is it that now I have to suffer.

Forever.

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