to him, she's a celestial being, a masterpiece painted by his imagination. her face rivals the brilliance of the sky itself, an ethereal beauty that unsettles with it’s otherworldly allure.
yet, within this enchanting facade lies an abyss of never ending agony. he's caught in a recurrent torment, encountering different embodiments of angels, yet plagued by identical woes.
despite his keen awareness of the signs, he remains enslaved in the turmoil, for it fuels his very existence, igniting the flames within him
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Amazing 🤩🤩 welldone