You, in your watered down amethyst-colored shoes, in little velvets that cover your toes. You, wonderful you. In your
purple glory and silent horror and sadness.
You, your total absence.
You. The objected darkness.
You, in an eternal dream of blankness and darkness.
You, who suffered only to suffer the crushing loneliness that is the Nothing of the afterlife.
You, beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, horrible you.
Dead, cold, you
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC
You, in your watered down amethyst-colored shoes, in little velvets that cover your toes. You, wonderful you. In your
purple glory and silent horror and sadness.
You, your total absence.
You. The objected darkness.
You, in an eternal dream of blankness and darkness.
You, who suffered only to suffer the crushing loneliness that is the Nothing of the afterlife.
You, beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, horrible you.
Dead, cold, you
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