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Pseudo-Angel


 I was just at the tip of the cliff
amongst the mist of Obstreperous, coarse materials that made up my decrepit life,
when the whole world shunned me,
when even the best saw me in grimace,
you made me realize they weren’t the best.

irrespective of how much of a repugnant and repulsive being i was
despite of how much of a rhapsodic asshole i was,
it was the zenith of my life , when i met you, i believe
cause you saw the felicity in me.

you made me brood in the darkness,
you made me realize, that you you were the elixir to my life
you were the emollient that straightened the coarse things that surrounded me,
you were the only one that made my life Quiescent,
only after i met you, you made this insomniac finally feel somnolent.

you are an ethreal angel that enchanted my deprived life. ♥

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