and ours is a world of miracles

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DOLORES DEI - "you don’t hate me harry, you hate yourself. you don’t even remember me, not really. not after this last major party. this. this is just a reality you made up so you could escape the real, cold, poor, much more lonely one your sad excuse of a body inhabits. I’m you, harry. every word i say, every thing i know. it’s just what you think. what you see in the mirror. I’m in Mirova now for god’s sake! happy, and loved. not this. Whatever this is- what you fantasize about, harry, it’s not love. It is fear, and hate. horror you can’t even remember. i will follow you until you kill yourself again. and again. and again. and you will. and i know this because i am you." "an innocence, a lost love, a war criminal, a whore. anything you want me to be. i will embody and you will mourn, just so you don’t have to face the walking corpse which is yourself. But you secretly love this, don’t you? You fetishise the pain you fester in to avoid the responsibility for the pain you’ve caused others."

YOU - "but… I thought-"