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It’s the heart that can make us a paradise, even out of hell.

He was no better than them.
For there are two kinds of devils — those who kill and those who knowingly welcome the killers home.
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Maybe there was such thing as toomuch kindness. Too much forgiveness, too much patience; he would offer too much. His loved ones would commit atrocities, and he would comfort them as they lay tired from their sins. He would clean the wounds of murderers merely because they were the friends he’d promised unconditional love to. He would stand aside and watch it happen.“

He didn’t want them to think he was sad. He wasn’t; in fact, he was feeling quite little, like he were made of quite little
Like he would unbutton his skin and tug it apart to reveal great emptiness where blood should be ’My soul.’
His wings must’ve been attached to his soul — perhaps, they had been his soul — because since the fall, he’d felt this way, missing something..

I could never ever tire of this narrators absolutely DELICIOUS voice 🎧☺️