in this wearisome reality that i don't belong in, i take the form of Marilla.
i am the face of anguish and mercy,
of grace and innocence,
of of pain and sickness,
of isolation and exhaustion.
in this wearisome reality that i don't belong in, i take the form of Marilla.
i am the face of anguish and mercy,
of grace and innocence,
of of pain and sickness,
of isolation and exhaustion.