If wishes fell like rain, then I certainly am a storm, for I grant every wish that is asked of me, and lose myself in the process.
I scrape at the parts of my soul that are left (and they feast) I polish my bones (they're on their walls now) I pull out my very being from my body and grant it to them.
And yet.. They still aren't satisfied.
But still I can not stop granting wishes and still I giv...
