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Maybe I shouldn’t have come; most here don’t even know my name. To many, I am invisible, but to the one who has summoned me, I appear in all my fearsome splendor. Alas, woe to anyone I am summoned against, for they shall feel the sharpness of my blade before they see me.
By Mother Combsabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
No One Said it Would be Easy
I know I wasn't promised a rose garden, nor was I ever told the road would be less bumpy for me. As a matter of fact, I knew without a doubt from a young age that my life would be a hard one to live. A product of the seventies, raised on the streets of the eighties, and lived through the harsher reality of the nineties.
By Mother Combs19 days ago in Families
