“You are lucky,” someone once said to me. Remember the ten thousand years dark and knotted I unfolded through. The snarls that grabbed me. The shattered bones gleaming and the crushed heart seeping crimson into dry dust.
“You are lucky,” someone once said to me. Remember the ten thousand years dark and knotted I unfolded through. The snarls that grabbed me. The shattered bones gleaming and the crushed heart seeping crimson into dry dust.
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