This shouldn't have happened
People say that your eyes are a window (or a mirror, perhaps?) to your soul. Not sure if I have 'em any more. No tears left to cry, no voice left to scream and no power to do anything more than a scribble like this.
Everything that I've been doing for the past decade has been lost to a single person. Lives and histories gone, too.
Not sure what I can do while waiting in this "compulsory holiday" I've got. There are a few things that keep me going. Losing them is going to be akin to complete loss of innocence. Really hope (or pray - if there is any god or deity out there) for this to not be the case
Now, if you excuse me, I'll go tend to my plant babies
People say that your eyes are a window (or a mirror, perhaps?) to your soul. Not sure if I have 'em any more. No tears left to cry, no voice left to scream and no power to do anything more than a scribble like this.
Everything that I've been doing for the past decade has been lost to a single person. Lives and histories gone, too.
Not sure what I can do while waiting in this "compulsory holiday" I've got. There are a few things that keep me going. Losing them is going to be akin to complete loss of innocence. Really hope (or pray - if there is any god or deity out there) for this to not be the case
Now, if you excuse me, I'll go tend to my plant babies
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