The kindest souls don't deserve the torment, leave that for the people who only want to make others suffer on purpose.
The hearts of kind people can only take so much,
and I should know.
I'm seeing those I care about wither from the force that is being shoved on them,
I want to take the pain and suffering away, but I am helpless.
My mortal body cannot stand the entire weight of the universe on my shoulders.
So, I beg and plead, but that is not heard. I try and try and try, but kindness has seemingly only gotten so far.
Time for a new method:
To the universe above, fuck off.
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Angel Adagio
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