>>83554332Being here is my condemnation.
I wait on an angel to accept my repentance. My body feels cold as ice, yet a flame burns. I am weary, more tired than I've ever been to the point of exhaustion...I feel withered and thin, my spirit cracks to a billion radiant splinters, but what good can exist in this world without hope?
So for the mere wish of her, until that fickle little flame that flickers meagerly like a candle extinguishes itself, I must persist. I love her. Only in complete despair could I not. Only in complete hopeless emptiness could I ever thrive in this place. I'll cherish her instead.
