Fallen from grace,
my wings are glass,
they shatter.
Without love, we cease.
Ivy Rosier knew that to love, she would have to lose her mind.
Short story; Tom Riddle
Fallen from grace,
my wings are glass,
they shatter.
Without love, we cease.
Ivy Rosier knew that to love, she would have to lose her mind.
Short story; Tom Riddle
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