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Fashioned By Isis
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Continúa, Has publicado oct 10, 2014
Alone... hungry... so hungry... grimy... pain... so much pain... agony... cold... neglected...  used... nothing but a slave... nothing.
Screams reduced to silence, pain buried deep, a carefully maintained facade. Not allowed to show pain, not allowed to cry, not allowed to wish for death, because, when I am on the brink of peace and freedom, the edge of the precipice of no return, my magic does not allow me to fall in. It is bound, under the control of my "mistress". If, no, "when" my facade shatters, who will I become? What will I be?
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