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Be an angel... Free to walk in the limited hands of a being who commands you..
Or be a demon.. bound by the chains of freedom...
They hate me, and nothing will change that fact.
There is no present or future that can change my past.
If they hate my past, they hate me, all of them.
One day the Punching Bag will tear again, and you won't have any more thread and needle to sew it back together.
Nothing is infinite, the Punching Bag won't the able to handle so many punches.
Images that i forget to post, or, when i posted, it was dark here ;--;
Your blood overflows twice as much, you are a living shield that cares.
But you know that no one looks at you as a sword, but rather as a shield that serves only to suffer.
Eyes ;-;
I don't know where in the comunity put this, so, i will put in art or weirdcore ;-;
And Good Night :>
Imagine being God, you would have the power to choose...
May the heart that has already died rot inside, but may such a heart not infect the veins with its resentment and hatred.
Eh, the paper just cutted because a bunch of ink or theses pen things.
So i completed drawing in one notebook haha.
I don't need that notebook;-;
So, okay then ;-;
Scopophobia
Good Afternoon ;-;
All idiots, all hypocrites...
So mean, so mean...
I hate them...
All of them.
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