I am but a lonesome, humble musician willing to pour my soul into the perfect harmonic piece for m'lady for her beauty ushers forth such a glorious sound from my instrument as the world has yet to know, it's beauty shall become matchless.
The quartet of my heart sings out, the cello strums the harden bits of pain, despair, lust, and hatred that my heart was thought to have hid so well. I knew the darker me, and intimacy with my inner demon had set down the path of revenge and destruction. Were it not for you my angel, I would not be here today.
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