My Magic

Was stolen by a fake friend

By warwaraPublished 12 months ago • 1 min read

The secret about me

Told you my magic,

but isn’t it you who lied,

betrayed me in full?

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About the Creator

warwara

My soul has walked through fire and emerged glowing through truth seeking, relentlessly surviving. So I’m writing the chaos, and healing through words, burning illusions, and blooming from the ashes. I am raw, the real, and the revolution.

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