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Dec 2018
God has cursed me.
Going insane, slowly.
Getting paranoid,
giving up.

God cursed me,
when I was born.
Where did he go?
Why did he leave humanity to rot away?

God have cursed me.
The devil won the battles and the war.
Demons follow; survants to him
I follow as a survant to them all.

The Devil cursed me.
He cursed me to obey.
Today I break,
Iā€™m breaking out of his trance.

Today I no longer follow him.
He will follow me.

The Gods cursed me, and I cursed them back.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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