Nov 14, 2025
can someone shoot me preety please. i desire to die. the world is so cruel and cold. my mother does not kiss me to bed anymore. the sun is no longer warm and the rain no longer pure. time spills from my finger and i fail to shudder away my grief and still mourn. i can beg at the altar of gods whose ears have turned deaf, i can wring my hands under the moonlight hoping for some rest. but this wouldnt change the fate of me. for i am doomed, cursed is all there is for me to be.
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