BODIES
- LECTURAS 32
- Votos 1
- Partes 6
¨May I be guided into the warmth of the light, and abandon thy body that bears many weights and burdens. The coldness of the earth's floor will no longer cage my feet and will release my ankles into the sky. My heart will beat beyond the soil, as I will once again rise anew. Through thy soul, and into eternity, Zaun will guide me when I rest.¨
this is completely fiction. all characters and the writing itself was made by me.
warnings: spirituality, occult, abuse, delusion, internal conflict, and themes of depression and self injury. please proceed with caution.
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