The Witches
The witches hide in this big room with a gray floor, two big windows, a place to buy ingredients, tables, and two push doors. The witches buy so many ingredients in their pot and add every man that wanders in and casts a spell making them in control. The witches are the people I hate, the concept of them makes me gag, makes me roll my eyes and stomp my feet. The witches pull them in and I cry and get mad because they look "beautiful" but under all that? The witches are just liars filled with absolute shit they are called one word fuckers because they fuck with your head and when the boy figures out that they have fallen in their trap and trys to escape they pull them back until they can't anymore and get taken away by authority. The witches put the blame on the boys because they are too fragile to do shit. The witches are bitches that everyone loves except for me because I can see everything they have done wrong I can see their falters and when they aren't confident I know because I am not confident and I know when it shows.
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