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{𝕴'𝕸} wicked and wretched at writing, but if you have low precepts read onward, petite colombe. I'm absolutely open to any and all feedback or criticism regarding any of my stories--I want to make sure what I'm writing isn't complete garbage.  ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

{𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒔:}
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Out of the night that covers me, 
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
I have not winced nor cried aloud. 
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms the horror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 
How charged with punishments the scroll. 
I am the master of my gate;
I am the captain of my soul.

-William Ernest Henley
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"No matter how dark it is right now, remember that the battle will end, the sun will rise, and you will find your joy again." 

-Winnie Mathenge
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WARNING: I started this account when I was twelve and astronomically edgy, so prepare for some serious cringing, especially in my older stories. I would recommend reading some of my more recent work, though it's hardly better.