What has become dim is not a skill that I learned or an ability bestowed upon me.
It is not a piece of me, but everything that is me. It would be as though clawing through my breast and into my heart, past the blood and the bone, through the soul to the roots of my beginning...to then procure a piece of my essence for their own wicked delights.
It cannot be possible. [ Especially not for her to still remain...as she is. ] Something here is twisted beyond even my knowing.
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It is not a piece of me, but everything that is me. It would be as though clawing through my breast and into my heart, past the blood and the bone, through the soul to the roots of my beginning...to then procure a piece of my essence for their own wicked delights.
It cannot be possible. [ Especially not for her to still remain...as she is. ] Something here is twisted beyond even my knowing.