Ah. How you're sweetness lives deep in my soul...Waiting...patiently waiting to silently strike. You're like a snake, deadly, silent... Your venom is a deadly poison.
You intimidate me, pulling me closer and closer to the darkness. I am a child of Satan. I am the Devil's Plaything. You think you scare me, but you're only dragging me closer to my sweet release.
I don't know what I can say to help you, What I can do.... I'm sorry.... I'll try...
Your devine words places a smile on my lips, a cold warmth to my soul. You live to make people miserable. But by now, you're a cold visitor...One who stalks me...Day and Night.
Depression, I hate you.
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