If you ask me how is started
I would tell you it was when I listened to Marilyn Manson.

It started before then, Long before.
I looked at him and sighed with pain.
Knowing it would never come true. The world needed death and pain just as i
did.

He looked at me with humor. Thinking this gmae was fun.
The blood ran down my arm and i felt nothing.

Then I met the number two prince. He changed me. He created me. He taught me
things i knew nothing of before i met him. Butterflys would arise when I saw
him

Things got bad. I was in the deep end now. No coming back. No regrets. No
happiness. No happieness for 10 years. this made it all seem ok.

It made it seem worth while.I thought it was the way out. I had to look
deeper in his eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes. They sucked me right in.
Like an unstopable force. I was in hell, but only when he was.

This wind began to die. The fire was gone. He wouldnt speak to me. Then one
day it picked up. A tornado came.I was torn to pieces. By the eyes of
sadness.
 
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