Designer: Manikka
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So little sanctity is left in this institution; I can feel everything we believed so dearly in, being torn apart millimeter by millimeter.

No boundaries exist, to properly separate the grey areas..they don't fit the same way, or arrange themselves accordingly, I suppose -how could these things ever fall into place by nature, of course.

In the end, it's funny how I still fall back on my old defenses. I'm well aware of how they've become void..but something about them breathes life into my resolve -something about the past presents itself along with as much comfort as it does fear.
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