Maybe it has something to do with me reading lots of H.P. Lovecraft lately or listening to Mozart's Requiem Mass in D minor but I find myself in a morbid melancholy, the kind that makes me want to create something tragic yet beautiful.
But this world deserves a better kind of beauty than that.
And I'm afraid I'm not qualified.
So find your own goddamn beauty. I'm going to bed.
Love you.
Mean it.
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