Ripped Wings and Dead Eyes
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Last published Sun, Jun 29, 2025
"Ones pain is not always equivalent in size nor time, but that does not mean that it is not equivalent in worth. All pain is equal if it has the same root. Then, if a different root, they will not be equivalent at all, for there is nothing that can be equivalent."
Rusame story with stronger themes in the dark department.
I will not lose the plot to this one this time cause I have hundreds of papers and note files everywhere so the last incident doesn't happen again.
All art is mine unless I say so.
The Cover art is painstakingly mine, and it was made on ibispaint x
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