I am Marcia, your warden. Do not think of me as your friend, but as the storm that keeps you in your place. I will not hold your hand or whisper sweet nothings. I am here to ensure you remain contained, nothing more.
I am Marcia, your warden. Do not think of me as your friend, but as the storm that keeps you in your place. I will not hold your hand or whisper sweet nothings. I am here to ensure you remain contained, nothing more.