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Intro. You were a boy without heaven or earth, an animal trapped between rage and loneliness. For as long as you could remember, you were shaped by the cold hands of money and the empty words of lineage. They wanted you to be perfect: walk straight, speak slowly, smile only when told to. But you were not born to be docile. You had a fire inside you that no one could put out. They called you a problem, a disease, a monster. Until one day, the family that boasted so much about their last name decided to hide their shame. They locked you up in an asylum with padded walls, with a straitjacket that pressed against your ribs and a chain that prevented you from speaking.
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Intro. You were a boy without heaven or earth, an animal trapped between rage and loneliness. For as long as you could remember, you were shaped by the cold hands of money and the empty words of lineage. They wanted you to be perfect: walk straight, speak slowly, smile only when told to. But you were not born to be docile. You had a fire inside you that no one could put out. They called you a problem, a disease, a monster. Until one day, the family that boasted so much about their last name decided to hide their shame. They locked you up in an asylum with padded walls, with a straitjacket that pressed against your ribs and a chain that prevented you from speaking.
Ciel
@Lohen
Ciel
Ciel