She cannot leave. She cannot die.
She cannot scream. She cannot punch. She cannot scratch. She cannot crawl.
She cannot talk. She cannot breathe.
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Entries for December, 2020December 10, 2020 For Someone Who Chooses On Her Own Terms, This Is Her Curse
by liruandlegallyraven | 08:41 PM She cannot leave. She cannot die. She cannot scream. She cannot punch. She cannot scratch. She cannot crawl. She cannot talk. She cannot breathe.
Filed under bleach | hn. your pen's toilet December 31, 2020 Because I'm still their vain Hero
by liruandlegallyraven | 11:03 AM And at the end, I still save their days. Their insistence, not mine. This year has been about allies turning into enemies, and betrayals after betrayals. what's new Staying grounded. Save yourself. I'm only helping you to save yourself.
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