We were young spirits when we first met. Children in school. Young. This continued for a couple of cycles. It had very strong roots, but its significance was unknown at the time.
We only knew – the only constant – that once our paths crossed, despite great barriers – We. That was it. We were stuck with each other. We would travel together for however long it was written.
The Road ahead?
Unknown.
“BUT why must I be thought of a witch? That’s not fair!”
PINNED AT THE CROSSROADS OF LIFE AND DEATH –
AND WHERE ARE YOU?
Nowhere, around.
As usual.
FUCK THAT.
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Going Backwards
