𝕳𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑
" There, in the divine night, I would rot away-my body a monument to the devotion that destroyed me, my mind shattered and scattered like dust, while my heart tattered and torn, continues to beat for you. And though I am devoured by this endless torment,"
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Story by the unseen admirer
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