09-24-2020, 04:13 AM
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— “I am afraid of myself and so are the Gods.”
— “Worshiping is an act from the abyss of loneliness.”
— “I walk in a suit made of sharp edged memories. Something wails in me and I see blood that I can not recognize.”
— “Let love melt into light. This world hungers for colours, to be reminded that we can be seen, and we can be cherished.”
— “Do you think the stars would talk about us in wonder? Talk to us like they are cold and lonely and desperate too?”
— “I'm sorry that my hands does not know how to hold gently, as nothing can ever remain kind on my sanguine palms."
— “These flesh were made as a haunted home, to hold what no Heaven or Hell can ever bear; I am ruined, the killer of you and me.”
— “Nothing is holy about these stars when they only starve for lights.”
— “I am afraid of myself and so are the Gods.”
— “Worshiping is an act from the abyss of loneliness.”
— “I walk in a suit made of sharp edged memories. Something wails in me and I see blood that I can not recognize.”
— “Let love melt into light. This world hungers for colours, to be reminded that we can be seen, and we can be cherished.”
— “Do you think the stars would talk about us in wonder? Talk to us like they are cold and lonely and desperate too?”
— “I'm sorry that my hands does not know how to hold gently, as nothing can ever remain kind on my sanguine palms."
— “These flesh were made as a haunted home, to hold what no Heaven or Hell can ever bear; I am ruined, the killer of you and me.”
— “Nothing is holy about these stars when they only starve for lights.”
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I AM AFRAID OF MYSELF AND SO ARE THE GODS
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