Evil Heart Trusts
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You're forced to hold the world's pain in your heart.
It doesn't help that you're evil passion burns every time you're actually happy.
You're not normal.
You don't even know what normal is.
What would you do if you were forced to be something you're not?
You little, evil, sweet heart.
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