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February 28, 2012
The Devil left without another word. Stood up, shook my hand, winked, and disappeared. Left me, my questions, and my porcelain teacups behind.

What was it you had to do that was so terrible it tore your soul in two?

I knew I shouldn't have asked the Devil. He never gives a straight answer--always gives you more questions that you started off with.

Who is the Witch? I am the Witch. Murderer. Sorceress. Villain.

But I...

I am also me. Human. Flawed, but essentially good. One half of a soul and unsure whether I am willing to know more.