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“I thought that night time was my favorite, but I had never experienced her love under the sun. I was content with being hidden in the shadows, because I had never been held in the light.”

“These hands have committed many sins. This mind is from Hell. Kiss my fingertips, calm my thoughts, so that my touch does not taint the holiness that is your skin. Forgive me, so that I may worship you.”

“I love you the way the stars love the moon; I’d bear any darkness with you, because so long as you’re around, there is always a sliver of light.”

"You taste like God's favorite angel, and humanity's greatest sin. No matter, the threat of purgatory. I will call out your name in worshipping revere, so long as it still tastes of you."

"Can we call tomorrow?" "Darling, I wouldn't miss it for heaven, hell, or anything in between."

"I'm too old to hit with a belt now, but don't worry, Mom. I found another way to leave reminders of my wrongdoings."

"What am I, if not broken? Could it be that I am not missing a piece, but rather the glue to hold myself together? Or could it be that I am not meant to be whole, but instead destined to live my life in between shrapnel of who I was, and shattered glass dreams of who I desire to be?"