ㅤ I feel so fucking stressed. My head is spinning a little less than it has been in the past few days, but there's still a feeling of anger and suffocation. ㅤ

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ㅤ I took your soul and locked it in hell with me, there is no way out, no escape from your destiny. You are mine for eternity. ㅤ

ㅤ I am the father of lies, the angel your God cast out of heaven. I built my empire on earth and in hell, no one will take away what I want. ㅤ

ㅤ Sometimes something inside me breaks, leaving me with open, bleeding, incurable wounds. I wonder when this will get better, but I get no answers, so I stay silent, bitter and deep, clinging to a growing, inhuman hatred. ㅤ

ㅤ I feel anger. Anger in its purest form, bestial, bitter, and savage. Malicious. Incessant. Painful. I whip myself until the blood runs down my back. Rage. Rage. Rage. Rage. ㅤ

ㅤ God should have ended my life while I was still in heaven, rebelling against his rules. He could have had Michael plunge a blade into my chest, but he decided to punish me more painfully. Now I understand. ㅤ

ㅤ Insanity began to take hold of me when I was still as young as I can remember. Nothing seemed real anymore. I thought I had the world's malice in my hands, but I fell like a fool for other people's talk. I'm going crazy. ㅤ