Even if I descend into dementia or if depression should finally receive an elimination envelope in my name, I will never forget the depth of these words.
"I will tell you something that your priests don't know. The Gods envy us. Everything is so much more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be more beautiful than you are now. We will never be here again."
About Me
- Stella
- I came. I saw. I yawned. I deliberated. I laughed. I cried. I spoke. I yelled. I felt. I empathized. I travelled. I was amazed. I ate. I raged. I fell sick. I synthesized. I held an opinion. I painted. I wrote. I voted. I fell servant. I commanded. I articulated. I broke down. I shared another's pain. I held hands. I kissed. I loved. I was loved. I have yet to conquer.
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