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May 2020
I tamed my beast.
I fought threw his reign.
Over came his strength.
Finally at last I was free.
But at last his thrown was filled again.
Four simple words, β€œwhat’s one last time?”
These still haunt me to this day
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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