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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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The problem was not that the mirror could lie. It was that I could not.
You were not born a dark wizard, you were made.
Lies were the thread that wove together the fabric of love.
Solitude was a great companion for cultivating unnecessary skills.
Tears welled in her eyes, letting me know that truth was not her curse. It was solitude.
Almost as if their entire livelihoods centered around the fact they would one day be gone, and so they catapulted towards their demise in order to get there faster to dull the pain of it all.
“I am not a princess anymore,” she said before slipping it over her head. “I am your wife.” She spoke with a sinister voice split apart by a thousand suffering souls.
“I care not to understand why the hateful hate. It isn’t a problem within me that forces you to despise me. It is a problem within you.”
