๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ฅ :ใ คEven if the sight's blurred, or else eyes are wilfully gouged out, it'll yet flashing so brightly. Certainty of death, we be reliant.
I feel like lost in the gloom, and I need to choose the right light. Well then if I have chosen with all the messed inability of mine, will the light ignite me home, or will it fright my bone?