Re: All I Got Left is My THREAD BOMBS!
She's you, if you're the kind of person who feels compelled to publicly remind people that you're not actually a witch in the US outside the 17th century.
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.