Whate'er seeming they may wear, know full well the Fey, and fear -
Their fickle nature, dark and queer - For mortal laws no ken nor care, and 'neath their glamour sweet and fair - fell, their hearts,
and wild, their stare.
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the anger i feel towards ppl i love when i’m splitting is indescribable like i want to block them on everything and never speak to them again but then 5 mins later im sobbing over how much i love them it’s exhausting
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