Paranoia follows me like a shadow,
shrouding the lights of grace in it's woe.
I want to feel loved,
I want to believe that I am adored,
But I am trapped in an ashen grotto.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 9:20 PM UTC
Paranoia follows me like a shadow,
shrouding the lights of grace in it's woe.
I want to feel loved,
I want to believe that I am adored,
But I am trapped in an ashen grotto.
i scramble desperately for kindness' scattered coins, even if i think they're made of chocolate.
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