╔══════x°⊙°x══════╗ GRETEL THE GUARDIAN ╚══════x°⊙°x══════╝
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❝ you carry the heavens in your eyes like one of those old greek tragedies. and i would call you atlas, but he was not given a choice to hold the stars. you were. yet still you break your back by holding the sky in your palms. ❞
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GRETEL WAS NAIVE. That was the tale they told. She wanted to write her own story out of the pages of her already fragile heart. It was an open book with beautiful pages and detailed lettering. She wanted people to read her story in hopes that it would inspire them to write their own one day. Instead every person who came across the pages of her kind heart ripped out their favorite story and took it with them. They folded back pages and bent all of the corners. And then they signed her fate in sloppy handwriting before disappearing into the night. She gave and she gave and she gave, until there was nothing left for her to give. She soon came to the conclusion that human beings were greedy little things. The beast that slept inside of her awoke with an angry roar and she was forced to display what hell looked like when it wore her fragile skin.
