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https://open.spotify.com/track/0u2P5u6lvoDfwTYjAADbn4?si=3334886baf1b4b92

TW: mention of suicide, self harm

He stood up, after hours of crying and hating himself he found the strength in him to stand. There was blood everywhere, red spots on the soft carpet, red spots on the shards of the glass but he didn't feel any pain, in just a few minutes he was feeling alright again, in just a few minutes the physical pain that helped him cope with this disaster had left him too. At least when he was human he could just stop it all, now he was stuck, stuck in time with an immortal life and an immortal pain because this torture would continue, life after life, death after death he was doomed to be in love with someone that would never want him.