Evil is charming and beautiful. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down.
...i’ve got a story; it’s almost finished.. now all i need is someone to tell it to—maybe that’s you. .... you should just be here; be with me here. it doesn’t seem there’s hope for me—i let you down.. but i won’t give in now, not for any amount.
...Ah the first summer of love was here when I was much too young
ah the first summer of love was clearly just a summer long
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