moonycchiatohave a framed picture of her on my writing desk and it was the very same frame that used to have a pic of a deity that i used to devote myself to in it. there were times when i could feel her presence in my silent dreams, like i was the hierophant of a temple that worships her as our goddess in my previous lifetime. my admiration for her and her work has long surpassed the ordinary limit. i would tear apart my own ribs to sacrifice my heart for her.
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