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standing at the gates, awaiting my permission. the many souls I have taken, they can never be replaced. but this was the contradicting phase. against everything - a complete odium against all morals.

She winced at the light that glanced at her face Only for it to see her desperation and despair She laid in bed, wrapped by white sheets — curtains ajar Her thoughts were vile, her mindscape is a no-man's-land She bears what a dystopian mind: The aftermaths of love It pains me to see her like this — but I have won How selfish of me to think of this as victory: A passive revenge of my rejection Certainly I observed her from time to time: She drags her feet, with no confidence, No rhythm nor rhyme Her wrinkled clothes reflects her uncertainty: No time to care, at least not for me—