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Devil with an angel touch.
That's who I am, for I can't introduce myself as human anymore. I have a body, yes, I can feel it well. But a heart? My heart turned coal black a long time ago, and the ashes of it slipped through my fingers.
I couldn't catch my heart as it fell. Though I don't think I wanted to as I desperately searched for a single ash left. A human body with no human traits, a human body whose touch was as human as artificial machinery.
I yearn for my heart back, for now it is an empty hole. A hole full of so much emotion, that there is none to feel.
It's so overwhelming that I can't bother to feel it as it bleeds onto the ground. Blood that is stained black and forever will remain black.
Mafia black.