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             𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓 𝕬𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖓𝖊⋮⋮   ❛ i've  been  a   𝘉𝘈𝘋   little  boy  and  i  think  i'm  getting   𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘒 . ❜    ⋮⋮rotting
───────────────────    flesh flakes off his pale complexion as he descends into the shadows . amongst the darkness , he looks like a man every human being would ever   𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢   of wanting . yet , underneath the soft glow of the moonlight that dares to peak through the leaves hanging from willow branches , he is no more than a decomposing corpse . he smells of   𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 .   the putrid aroma unable to be masked by the wilting roses he hangs off of a string and close to his neck . he's the definition of sick . bringing chaos and   𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣   wherever his feet take him , unable to control the urge to take over and destroy ; entire civilizations have collapsed in his palm and he   𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙨   for that feeling again .
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