Bastet cast the spell, the spell I can never learn
She took her rage and contained it
focused it
and in so doing gave the blame
the hurt
the fear
the worry
the helplessness
to a small magic-marker picture
of a cute little princess
She then ripped it into small squares
and as she did, she became calmer
and began to let it go.
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I Am Lizard, Who The Hell Are You?
Rage, confusion, love and hope, in order of prevalence. And some bad poems.
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I Am Lizard, Who The Hell Are You?
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