In November, the thought of pain cripples me to tears
In June, I am an invincible goddess
On Mondays, I can withstand the **** of a warriors blade
On Thursdays, I flinch at the slightest needle *****
At midnight, I’ll survive the fires of hell
At noon, I crumble at one touch
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
In November, the thought of pain cripples me to tears
In June, I am an invincible goddess
On Mondays, I can withstand the **** of a warriors blade
On Thursdays, I flinch at the slightest needle *****
At midnight, I’ll survive the fires of hell
At noon, I crumble at one touch
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