I don't believe in reincarnations, i totally don't but i'd like to think I was once a witch. Despite th days I was taught not t smile, I knew black was th colour when I bleed; not just th corsage of my temperaments. Maybe it was Phoebe, maybe sabrina, or maybe even salem, but its very sad to say, my life's uncanny dependency lies on magic &th unresolved. I always had a feeling I've battled an opponent I had no defense against. He was a male w diamond skin &velvet hair. I was transfixed, even when he was choking th life out of me, but I somehow managed t kill his aura. Actually no, I stole it. It is th kinda thing you feel so empowered to have, yet, attached to it is a certain curse; a curse of th unsatisfactory bliss, one you know you aren't suppose t have.