the likes of me are owned by a hungry bloodhound
i have to pay the witch in blood and wealth
that’s the only way out
until then, the tower is made of glass
it is a house that resembles warmth
the likes of me are stretched too thin,
painfully so, i exist only as long as the witch thinks
there’s no way but hurting me out
there’s no way but leaving me about
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May 27, 2026 at 3:19 PM UTC
the likes of me are owned by a hungry bloodhound
i have to pay the witch in blood and wealth
that’s the only way out
until then, the tower is made of glass
it is a house that resembles warmth
the likes of me are stretched too thin,
painfully so, i exist only as long as the witch thinks
there’s no way but hurting me out
there’s no way but leaving me about
peace with the grovelling realizations lately
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