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there's an old woman, at the end of the block they say she's a witch, and far too wicked. but in reality, her frowns, are made of regrets from long ago. and there is no one, more scared of her, than herself.
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
The Fear
there's an old woman, at the end of the block they say she's a witch, and far too wicked. but in reality, her frowns, are made of regrets from long ago. and there is no one, more scared of her, than herself.
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
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