My heart as empty as the canyons that used to make me feel free
My breath as cold as the pouring rain that used to send me to sleep
My soul as rotten as the core of the witches apple
The witch that has cursed me
Cursed me with the boulders I carry on my shoulders
Cursed me to lie when I say I'm fine
~September Roses, "Rot"
CREDITS:
On Me:
Head: Aida by Lelutka
Age Yourself (Wrinkles) by Izzie's
Belem Hair by Tableau Vivant
Dress: Erika by Infinity @ We <3 Role-Play *New*
Pose w/ Apple: Kesia by BellePoses @ We <3 Role-Play *New*
Underhill Tavern by Wishbringer @ We <3 Role-Play *New*
