I was born with an injured soul.
I bled calmly, drawing a trail of sadness behind my back with a jagged brush.
I carried two dragons on my shoulders, a nation of black ravens circled over my head all the time.
I dealt with humanity as my only home, but my sick spirit refused to reconcile.
Left with zero choices, I tried to love, but my personality killed all my ex-lovers and fed on their hearts.
I anticipated for a turn, for a piece of knowledge, but dark clouds are closing on me, I'm in the middle of the storm.

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