Designer: Manikka
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There are no hours to commit to the stiffling silence. Beyond these walls are sleek secrets that have failed to resurrect any emotion, or garner any validation, for that matter. There are only floods of useless words, pouring out carelessly in attempts to ease burns or ignite flames like a kiss of gasoline.

They ease into systems, in place of promises never kept and words half-meant; like hot flashes of renewal, like fingernails digging into your skin, and nothing at all like the lie you live.

You fucking cunt.
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