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With these mirrors I build*
Made from the Earth's sand and fused with my own fire's spell. I create a magnificent suit of amour. I construct this perfect suit of mirrors, in honor of protecting deepest desires.
*To protect myself from all those who hate, and so it shall be true. All those who want to send hate and pain my way- all now will surely only feel it being reflected back unto.
I am fiercely defending my labor for life and love. I will only allow those who are able to show the ability of reciprocity of the same type of love...
I behold.
Mine is not comprised of the most common type of love....the type of selfish love, the majority most people are only seemingly capable of*
Mine is of the unconditional and sacred type that binds.
I have built these mirrors with my own pain and fears so only I know puzzle key with the ability to get within*
Anything negatively wished upon to me from either near or afar shall neither penetrate the little girl or the Goddess whom she grew to be.
All those who are unspeakable cowards, finally will see their own reflections every time they take a stab at me. And if they are wise in the least, shall not be so ignorant as to add blame. For its this beautiful wall of mirrors that will now become their own doubts, fears and shame.
July 26th 2016
*To protect myself from all those who hate, and so it shall be true. All those who want to send hate and pain my way- all now will surely only feel it being reflected back unto.
I am fiercely defending my labor for life and love. I will only allow those who are able to show the ability of reciprocity of the same type of love...
I behold.
Mine is not comprised of the most common type of love....the type of selfish love, the majority most people are only seemingly capable of*
Mine is of the unconditional and sacred type that binds.
I have built these mirrors with my own pain and fears so only I know puzzle key with the ability to get within*
Anything negatively wished upon to me from either near or afar shall neither penetrate the little girl or the Goddess whom she grew to be.
All those who are unspeakable cowards, finally will see their own reflections every time they take a stab at me. And if they are wise in the least, shall not be so ignorant as to add blame. For its this beautiful wall of mirrors that will now become their own doubts, fears and shame.
July 26th 2016
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