“How many times must I put my heart on the line just to ensure it’s inevitable destruction when all it really wants is to be cared for? I used to wallow in sorrow while feeling helpless and weak. One too many arrows through the heart will harden even the most fragile of beings. One too many expectations of a positive attachment and result lay to waste at the throne of skulls I sit upon.

No longer the weak and expectant individual I was before. No, now I stand in control of the darkness that crept in and blackened my heart and use it to my advantage. I keep my heart on my sleeves, I let the disingenuous bite as I feast upon their souls and bones. I bide my time and take my fill until someone worthy comes along.”-by Grim Angel

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