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November 10 - November 22, 2025
The pain a living parent could inflict was much more excruciating than that of a dead one.
“Duh. He can get fucked, but I’m keeping the pretty dress.”
My body was not my own. Over and over, men had shown me that I was only a temporary caretaker, a custodian of the flesh that belonged to everyone who desired me, but never to me.
He was a fixture of the divine dark masculine, a powerful force of destruction that rivaled hurricanes, volcanic explosions, and earthquakes that split the world wide open.
“I’m beginning to worry you’re obsessed with me.”

