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. ๐ˆ walk beneath a sky that spits fire, and yet it bows to the storm within me. Chains never held my spirit, for even if I drown, I drown with eleganceโ€” a requiem carved in flames.

2. ๐ˆ laugh in the face of despair, but my chest aches with quiet ruin. Every step is a dance with shadows, every sip of wine tastes like mourning. Do you hear it? The world breaks where I stand.

3. ๐ˆ loved the abyss once, it spoke to me in voices made of silk and knives. And though I carved my name into blood-red skies, I remain the one cursed to be both sinner and song.

4. ๐ˆ am the velvet coat draped over broken bones, the smile too sharp to be gentle. You think me a man, but noโ€” I am a storm that wears a body.

5. ๐„very scar is scripture, written in a language only war understands. My fists write poetry against the ribs of fate, and in the echo of shattered stars, I find myself alive again.

6. ๐“he moon envies my fall, for even in descent I burn brighter than her glow. Every wound is a vow, every tear a blade, and still I riseโ€” red flame, unyielding.

7. ๐ˆ carry silence like a crown, and rage like an inheritance. Even gods cannot kneel me, for I was born to walk on ruins, to drink the venom of eternity and smile.

8. ๐˜ou mistake elegance for weakness, but I am the knife hidden in velvet. To touch me is to bleed softly, to love me is to drown. I am tragedy disguised as grace.

9. ๐ˆ am not salvation, I am the prayer that burns your tongue. Not light, not darkness, but the space where both collapse. I am the gravity of pain turned into art.

10. ๐‚huuya, they whisper, as though my name itself is forbidden. But my name is a storm-song, a hymn of blood and fire. And when the world crumbles, I will still standโ€” a requiem in human shape.

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