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you can see him right now. there to the left, not the far left face but the larger one posed closer to the middle. that is the killer of my oldest world. dead girls world of wandering souls was a whimsy and mystical place, rife with a childlike naiveté that brought forth such awestruck beauty unseen to most people above the age of 11. preserved to the 23rd year, was this consequence of hedonistic lechery and don-juanistic quests.

i should have known better, it was obviously too good to be true... he took me up in one fell swoop- seduced my minds eye to the ultimate degree while spinning lies and disloyalty to me all the while accusing me of doing just that. in the end he wraught with such cruelty i have never seen on earth the sinews and little bitty tenderest and most fragile makings and tinkerings of my perpetual awe, he tore them so intentionally from the center of my chest- from the void he once filled did he create one even deeper. i can see through the hole in my chest still- the wound was grievous, but it did not permanently destroy elriel. it only decimated the world of wandering souls, no more. it was a beautiful place where every moment was brand new and held infinite possibilities. words do it no justice.

this is an ode to my agony, heartbreak, deception, and confused rage that came forth from those aforementioned happenings. i leave that pain in the past, only to bring myself much more weary and stoic into the everloving future. i hold a tiny god in my hand that tells me to run away from most people now. a vicious hiss from under the table whence i was backed into such a corner... hark, i shall not be the same.

-Aeon Flex, formerly "dead girl"

Description
you can see him right now. there to the left, not the far left face but the larger one posed closer to the middle. that is the killer of my oldest world. dead girls world of wandering souls was a whimsy and mystical place, rife with a childlike naiveté that brought forth such awestruck beauty unseen to most people above the age of 11. preserved to the 23rd year, was this consequence of hedonistic lechery and don-juanistic quests.

i should have known better, it was obviously too good to be true... he took me up in one fell swoop- seduced my minds eye to the ultimate degree while spinning lies and disloyalty to me all the while accusing me of doing just that. in the end he wraught with such cruelty i have never seen on earth the sinews and little bitty tenderest and most fragile makings and tinkerings of my perpetual awe, he tore them so intentionally from the center of my chest- from the void he once filled did he create one even deeper. i can see through the hole in my chest still- the wound was grievous, but it did not permanently destroy elriel. it only decimated the world of wandering souls, no more. it was a beautiful place where every moment was brand new and held infinite possibilities. words do it no justice.

this is an ode to my agony, heartbreak, deception, and confused rage that came forth from those aforementioned happenings. i leave that pain in the past, only to bring myself much more weary and stoic into the everloving future. i hold a tiny god in my hand that tells me to run away from most people now. a vicious hiss from under the table whence i was backed into such a corner... hark, i shall not be the same.

-Aeon Flex, formerly "dead girl"