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Divination has become.
Odder than usual this year.
I am beginning not to doubt Professor Trelawney's predictions. This year feels like madness turned thrice over beneath a baking temperature sun. Classes are easy, but I know that the hardships at home will become more than I can bear, and they are all of my own doing. If only I could accept the crimson vixen, but that would be like allowing a hungry fox into the henhouse. I refuse, no matter how complimentary the visage of Catherine is.
I am relieved to be tied to this fortress, with the excuses that I am incapable of leaving. There might be an emergency. I cannot. Cannot allow it. J plus J equal her responsibility at the moment, I am but a shadow laying behind a curtain that is constantly drawn shut, the way I like it. On the outside looking in, with a gaze so piercing that it cuts right through her bone and she's unaware the entire time. Thin hot needles.
Soft Skin, hard heart
glued to an earth painted blue.
Odder than usual this year.
I am beginning not to doubt Professor Trelawney's predictions. This year feels like madness turned thrice over beneath a baking temperature sun. Classes are easy, but I know that the hardships at home will become more than I can bear, and they are all of my own doing. If only I could accept the crimson vixen, but that would be like allowing a hungry fox into the henhouse. I refuse, no matter how complimentary the visage of Catherine is.
I am relieved to be tied to this fortress, with the excuses that I am incapable of leaving. There might be an emergency. I cannot. Cannot allow it. J plus J equal her responsibility at the moment, I am but a shadow laying behind a curtain that is constantly drawn shut, the way I like it. On the outside looking in, with a gaze so piercing that it cuts right through her bone and she's unaware the entire time. Thin hot needles.
Soft Skin, hard heart
glued to an earth painted blue.