#1584

sometimes it feels like I am back on the other side of the mirror, palms pressed to the cold glass as I beg “thee to me, sister, thee to me” and it scares me, sure, but I know I pulled you through the glass once and I know I can do it again if it takes me a lifetime of chanting, because I may not be patient but I am stubborn as hell

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