Tears of Glory

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A blank profile, is what I intended at first.

But let me shed some light onto this disaster of A horror novel. 




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The eyes in the thick, useless skull, of A human being. Flawed. They are very flawed. The eyes take pictures of everything someones useless life does. Millions, billions of pictures. That is what you are made up of, that is what you are doing right now. Aside wasting your time, taking upside down pictures. These pictures ... Your brain functions to turn right-side up. So you are not walking into walls, it gives some care to you. Shelters your eyes from their stupidity on how the human body was... "made". 


Flaws. You are made of flaws. Every flaw riddled in you creates your portrait, that horrible image you see when you walk by the mirrors. The sound of your own voice is disturbing to you, No-fret however; No one holds it against you.

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Yes I do worship Satan, Please do not bother commenting that. No I am not an atlethic, leave your sport elsewhere. But if you are athletic I don't want to read it, Thank you.


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You know? I am  A hateful person, somewhere in the pit of the ashes; That Doctors diagnose as my heart. I hold hope. For one person.

I adore her, I enjoy seeing her. But when her eyes dwell into my soul, I cannot help but love him too. You wouldn't ever understand this, Reader.

He came to me, in A moment of strength but aswell my largest weakness. And out of that weakness, I cradled her. In everything I do, every shock to my fingertips that strikes my heart like an unsheathing blade, I shall call her My Love. However when I am down, and my mind will no longer sleep soundlessly. I call out to him, By dearest heathen. 


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Often I will dedicate Blingee's to someone, if they show decency. I enjoy actually giving people Blingee's, Seeing someone happy..... 




My name is Zero, Rosealia is the past. They're long gone, besides when she decides to crawl forth from the pits of despair and broken glass, that was once my Homeland; My might Mansion I built up. Only to watch come crumbling down, bit by bit.

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But.

I am. 

 Happy.