My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why

I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can’t see at all

And even if I could, it’d all be grey

But your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it’s not so bad

It’s not so bad

She washes down the pills with a cup of cold water, to keep her mind from disintegrating.

The drawings on the wall, reminds her again…

Why she persists, why she keeps herself alive, even in the deepest isolation.

The princesses who inspire her daily.

“Maybe one day I will be invited by Celestia and Luna to the Grand Galloping Gala… They will recognize my devotion to their heavenly works.“

Thus dreaming, she returned to her astronomical tables.

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Commissioned from pandan009!