it was so scarlet, it was maroon.
thirteen, eight, twenty-three.
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Dec 07, 2024 03:12PM
death as a spell brewing in the cauldron of my fate, inconsistency and incompetence remain a potion that catalyses the inevitable downfall of my witchcraft. who am I if I cannot hold my ground? if ev...View all Conversations