Crippling in the cavity of the former self.
Humane emotions put the blue blood into distress.
In distance of the tranquility that’s out of reach.
A chronic disapproval of the one who trys to please,
a failure to communicate inbetween.
The diabolical soul is in its routine to self deploy,
to flee from the world that seems too real
and to destroy the rightious self,
but before the lingering of the storm,
it would like to find peace of mind.
Being either that of love, or death.
It will find rest.
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that’s beautiful <3