“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
Fallen angels at my feet, whispered voices at my ear, DEATH before my eyes.. lying next to me I fear. She beckons me, shall I give in? Upon my end, shall I begin? Forsaking all I've fallen for, I rise to meet the end.
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