You’ve felt it, haven’t you? That pull, that deep, aching desire to let go, to be owned, to be used for something greater than yourself. To exist not for your own pleasure, but for MINE . A light in My Queendom, shining not for itself, but for ME . So before approaching me.. Ask your self, How can I serve her?
Imagine it… no, feel it.
You’ve felt it, haven’t you? That pull, that deep, aching desire to let go, to be owned, to be used for something greater than yourself. To exist not for your own pleasure, but for MINE . A light in My Queendom, shining not for itself, but for ME . So before approaching me.. Ask your self, How can I serve her?
Imagine it… no, feel it.
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