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I am a perfectionist, but actually I was incomplete; Venus would lose her value and beauty if she had arms. God would lose his significance as a savior if there were no nails in the cross. If unmasked his ugly face and showed his evil he would not consume souls. I am doomed to unhappiness, because happiness is never remembered, --Only suffering is eternal; do not love me, even though I deserve it. Azreal had no pulse till I forced him. I am the pulse of him, but it is self-deceiving, I only pulsate poorly myself. Brightness is easy to grasp, but as for darkness, nobody likes the dark--I it too, but I am more suited to huddle in the dark; Nobody wants to for condolences of the-knell, yes, It belongs to me; rings for me, Nobody enjoys and suffering, yes, that are my gifts, they have been given to me --my normal; Nobody tastes of fresh , yes, that was my dream—my desire. I used all my, my fragmentariness, my desire, my authority, my dream; If I lost all this, I would lose everything of me, and you needn't love me…

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