Welcome! To my alternate reality, where people take on different shapes and perception is merely an illusion.
Your chaos is your own delusions.
Those whom you’ve once cared for and adored has locked you out and closed all the doors.
No time to weep . No time to mourn. I’ve plucked out that rotting, jagged thorn.
Keep blaming me for what’s supposed to be my mistakes, you’ve planted a seed of malice and hate.
I forgive you, whether it be today or tomorrow and my wish for you is to have no more sorrow.
-Lisamarie-
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