Perchance to dream, to die.

Lately, I’ve been having really fucked up health issues (physical) for six months at least – last night I couldn’t  wake up. My Daddy Fae kept telling me to go back to sleep, but I knew I wouldn’t wake. Strange, however Im aware of myself. Magic runs rampant in the artistic woods however I know MY artists are stronger – keep good thoughts for me ❤

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