Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33989872-20180601210850/@comment-31191359-20180603004840

She still hovered above him in the sky. She let out a chortle of greenish smoke,

Preparing to recite a poem that her mother had recited to her.

"Lift, I need, Lift, I get. 

Lift is provided from in the outside be let.

Disconsolate, 'greivous', 

Hurting others feels egregious.

Don't hold your breath, you might not feel better forevermore,

''You might feel horrible, forever now, nevermore. ''

Is it that you feel hurt?

Is it that you've been curt?

Maybe both, maybe all.

''Sadness feels so tall. ''

But out, it can be called.

You felt you were done when you fell.

But under that, there is a magic spell.

Upon activation, you'll feel so much better.

Not without reciting letters.

If you talk to others, it becomes ash.

Though sadness feels like whiplash."

(oof that was really difficult to write

basically manty's mom died of age and said this to her before she shut her eyes

to make her feel better)