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And so, I made a deal with the devil, and traded my soul for a box of chocolates.
They divided up our souls into equal parts. A division that helped all of them.
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
As I walked through the misty forest, my footsteps utterly light, like a butterflies wings, my mind reflected on what had just happened. I honestly couldn't believe what I had done. How could I have let this happen?
Their muscles bulging, they dragged me away with nothing but brute force. I knew I wouldn't have gone otherwise. They knew. Everyone knew. I would never willingly walk into the arms of my enemy; I would die before I surrendered.
Fabric so sweet it's like liquid, 'tis the beauty that spiders spin. Often I wonder, just what it would be like to be wrapped up in silk, a cocoon. The smooth, light texture, encasing you, molding to you, for seemingly endless days to come.