a female from england, British Virgin Islands

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"How can a path made from pure gold have led me to this swamp of darkness and self pity and why does this hole seem to you like a garden you never want to leave? You laugh when i look back with a fond smile but life is no fairytale your perfect garden will rot and die and the only comfort that will remain will be dreams of a place you once knew"

From the ashes a fire will be woken a light from the shadows shall spring, renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king

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