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My demon cares not for me anymore, so i shall weep ichor from my eyes until it floods hell and heaven.
Every soul will know of my sorrow
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For a fallen angel with themes of anxiety, self-hatred, and the night sky, in neon blues, golds, and blacks!
~Mod Asteroid
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I miss feeling pure
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Being called “angel” is both lovely and painful now. It’s amazing that people insist I am one, but hurts severely that they don’t realize I have fallen. And I wonder if their opinion would change if they knew.
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