There was a person I wanted to be at the start of this. But things aren’t linear like that. I thought that you were an open door, but now it seems you only opened me up to a closed room. I still wish I could stare at this place the same ways. But once a thought like this is thought up, it can never be unknown. Maybe nothing is meant to last. I am only seeking happiness. Is that such an evil thing?
there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me
it’s called the throne
Hitler accepting flowers and praise from an adoring public.
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In the background appears to be Haus Wachenfeld