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Mess of a World
Although my body is already dead…
I can still see you, I can still hear you.
Unlike you, I already lost my mind
to this chaotic world I created.
Will you come see me? Trapped in my coffin,
I await the day you come set me free…
I miss you, my dearest. My only friend
in this mess of a world I created.
- Sophie <Monochrome Requirement>
Mess of a World
https://gradient.moe/posts/2019-mess-of-a-world/