Cursed, yet blessed.
Bright in disguise, dark in reality.
Because she pretends. Because she indulges in her delusions. Because she is hidden. Because a mask can cover scars. Because she repents on her sins. Because she isn't scared. But that would mean she had left this world behind long ago.
Actually, it was all just an illusion.
Because in the darkness, she tries to come back.
Her broken tears beautifully shine in the dark, immediately crystallizing as they caress her cheeks. Her purple, shattered yet gentle soul, it is irreplaceable.
She is I, I am her.
Blessed, yet cursed.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
Cursed, yet blessed.
Bright in disguise, dark in reality.
Because she pretends. Because she indulges in her delusions. Because she is hidden. Because a mask can cover scars. Because she repents on her sins. Because she isn't scared. But that would mean she had left this world behind long ago.
Actually, it was all just an illusion.
Because in the darkness, she tries to come back.
Her broken tears beautifully shine in the dark, immediately crystallizing as they caress her cheeks. Her purple, shattered yet gentle soul, it is irreplaceable.
She is I, I am her.
Blessed, yet cursed.