I'm struggling now to breathe. From the past that haunts me of the old ones that suffocated and hurt me. You hold me close and remind me that those bad people are gone and you helped yourself from the disaster you called love. Your free now.
-Satan
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Satan's diary
PoésieBesides liking hard liquor and hellish trees Satan is poetic and what ones might say a dream searcher.
