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O my bloodthirsty clock why don't you stop ticking.I don't want to see Reaper's scythe as your minute hand anymore.My love for her makes me drunk,helping to cope the pain created every second without her. She says she's sorry for everything.But Michael and Lucifer is fighting and causing the armageddon of me. Oh, your beauty exceeds my limits of ugliness and shyness.My dear it is hard knowing that only my last words will be the best: I will love you forever.