I wear my eyeliner like armor, you might not like how it looks, but it suits me just fine. Smokey black metal harness, wings like pauldrons sharpened spiked, heavy as an emo goth heart during the first break up of one true love. Your sirs and slurs bounce right off my cold iron chassis. Fight me.

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