“DEMONS PAINTED HER SOUL INTO A CRESCENT MOON,
COVERED IT IN SHADOWS AND SCARS,
THEY TURNED HER LOVE INTO HATE AND HER WARMTH TO COLD,
BUT SHE GREW TIRED OF BEING THE MONSTER THEY CREATED,
SO SHE PAINTED HER LIPS WITH THEIR BLOOD AND DARED THEM TO KISS HER.” — MONSTERS WEREN’T ALWAYS MONSTERS. (not my quote)

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