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For those who love them murderous.
Pain was messy and chaotic
Anger was safer.
To love was to lose. To love was to hurt.
love was pain
Desire did not equal love.
“Nothing here has any value without you. You’re my home,”
“They would gladly sacrifice you if it meant the world survived, but I wouldn’t. I would never walk this plane again if it meant I had you at my side in Hell.”
Who needed Heaven when I had my wife’s body ready and waiting for me?
