※ Day 170 - Darker ※

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"When does the hurting stop?" Someone asked.

And I replied, "Till I am once again locked in an embrace with my beloved,
His poisonous lips pressed unto mine,
Reality left behind,
All memories of past thrown away in the pits of hell,
To be eaten up by devils and devoured slowly by demons,
Underneath valleys of death to the deepest corner of the earth."

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