Category: Related to My life experience.
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Let it Burn
A true witch will be there for everyone else and bring harmony and love to all she sees. But, cross her to many times, belittle her, try and degrade her, make out that she is less than she knows she is!! That’s when you get out of her way, and she will watch you burn…
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Chained or Free
At the bottom of the garden under a beautiful tree sits a fairly. She looks like porcelain with whispy brown wings, her head bowed and her hair falling over her face. On her lap is a book of spells open, but she’s not looking at them, she’s lost in thought. A thin silver chain is…
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The only way to be submissive.
For someone to be submissive it has to be her/his choice. Someone has to earn the right to be called Master/Mistress. For me there’s so far only one Man who could maybe have that power over me and that’s Mark.
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At peace.
Find a space the you can be totally alone. feel the earth, light, water, air, warmth and cool and just switch off your mind, feel at peace. Become you again.
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Sides of a Woman.
Some days I want to put on Wings and go around bringing joy and love to everyone, being there for them and easing their day even for a while, showing the world how much wonder and magic there is. Some days I want to be strapped into a straight jacket by someone stronger, put on…
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What defines a Man? :
From what I have been reading it seems to be his penis, how sad, to have a whole spectacular person and he believes that one part defines him. A man is more attractive to a woman if he has confidence, gentle strength, respect, humour if he knows how to calm her, relax her mind, be…
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The way life works.
We are who we are , sometimes we think we need to go one way in life and suddenly life kicks us off that path. We fall, cry, think the whole world is against us, that we’re not good enough, that we don’t deserve to be happy. But if we just curl up and give…
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War through a teenagers eyes.
Author: ladyjewel Now so many years later i close my eyes.I smell the man i lost so long ago,The paint and thinners he used to wash his hands,(he was a sign writer), the smoke and rich tobacco that always was him,His hug was soft and strong. The shirt and pants always smeared with greese and…