Mood: Cloud ninee.;]
Song: Vanilla Sky's end song thing.
I thinkkk
I want to grow a plant.
Show tomorrow, stoked as a mother ********.
I think I'm starting to like the Ms. Brill story haha.
Even if it's just a collection of her thoughts.
Her imagination ran wild as hell.
As if everyone in the crowd was playing a role,
But wait - I am as well.
Yes, of course,
These people notice when I do not come,
And I belong and am wanted and needed for this play.
Her poor imagination,
Her false hopes sent crashing down.
And then she just...
Goes back to her own, dark cupboard of a home.
Depressed and alone.
Without her precious almond cake.
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Missa Defunctorum
praise the lost souls, it'll set yours free
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