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Clay creature in my arms, I made more dance runes and answered too many personal questions honestly since this creature seemed to think I’d let it go if

Happy New Year

Another blanket on the pile. Another scrap in the trash. A new succulent cutting budding up. These days go by,

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Pretty poetry

A story on mental health and Dissociative Identity Disorder

A witch, rebellions, and guilt of tyrants

Articles on autism and writing tips

Flickers of fallen people haunt this death mage