>dear mirthful messiahs, >please carry me and protect me through these strange times, >=w=hen people seem to be decaying before my eyes >and reality gro=w=s harder to distinguish from illusion. >i am afraid. >i feel trapped, >unable to tell =w=hether i am still myself. >sho=w= me a sign. >any glimpse of =w=hat lies ahead, >any light in the darkness, >any truth i can hold onto. >love, vianti. >i don't kno=w= ho=w= to end off something like that.
Kult: +4
Total: 4