Somewhere along the way, life lost its magic. I abandoned Beauty, who had always been good to me, and instead shacked up with Truth, a spiteful whore who framed me for the deaths of Santa and Jesus and left me alone in a stark, cheerless universe with no way out.
Fuck this. I've had enough. Time to make my own magic.
Fuck this. I've had enough. Time to make my own magic.
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