You're sat in the woods. In the middle of no where. Just you, a box of matches, the motionless trees and whatever creatures are out there.
It's the trick. As long as you don't mind you won't feel it.
You take out a match - hold it between your thumb and fore finger - and strike it. It's burning, getting closer to your fingers, but you don't let go. Not yet, you just wait. You sit and watch as the flame burns your fingers. Then you let go.
You didn't mind and you didn't feel it. It's the trick.
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A/N: Slow updates because I'm lazy as fuck.
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FanfictionI'm half White Witch half Black Witch. My mother was a healer my father is a killer. If White Witches are good and Black Witches are bad, what does that make me?
