Dec 9, 2025
found something worth dying for, nobody can ever mean anything, to me, anymore, again, my need, a sin i'll do it on my own, i'll do it dying, i was a sweet girl once, lamb to slaughter, i did not know i was born, with teeth, and claws, iron heart, staff in my hands, queen of swords.
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