Evil is charming and beautiful. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down.
...Oh instincts are misleading; you shouldn’t think what you’re feeling.
...I can still let it go, I can still learn to grow into a child again. .. Silence is easy—it just becomes me. You don’t even know me; why lie about me?
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map