Giving Karma a Little Hand.
I won’t get angry...well, any angrier, anyway. I won’t spill your little secrets either, although I was tempted to. And it’s not the fact that you ended things - no, that would have been fine. It’s how you didn’t, but...
In the middle of some night, you’ll wake up drenched in a cold sweat, sickened by the knowledge that something is missing, lacking from your life. Something you had a taste of once, the faded memory of it haunting the back of your mind. But you’re never able to fully understand it. And you’ll be struck desperate, searching to fill the void that only continues to gnaw at you. And you will never be satisfied.
You did call me an addiction for a reason. Let the punishment suit the crime.
You read my profile at the start, right? You know Wicca means Witch - welcome to my dark side babes.
In the middle of some night, you’ll wake up drenched in a cold sweat, sickened by the knowledge that something is missing, lacking from your life. Something you had a taste of once, the faded memory of it haunting the back of your mind. But you’re never able to fully understand it. And you’ll be struck desperate, searching to fill the void that only continues to gnaw at you. And you will never be satisfied.
You did call me an addiction for a reason. Let the punishment suit the crime.
You read my profile at the start, right? You know Wicca means Witch - welcome to my dark side babes.