Designer: Manikka
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She called me a rubix cube; probably for good reason. Perhaps the name isn't even enough. There are certain rules to follow in cracking the code..but these twists and turns that have become tried-and-tested solutions will not guarantee anything with someone whose indecision goes beyond colors and shapes -right into sparks and fireworks and catches. Watch out for "I think"s and "maybe this is"s: never confuse "I might" for "I do"s..and be cautious when you deal with me at my weakest: when I refuse those damn chasers. Because then..then, you -and anyone else who happens to conveniently be beside me, can fool yourself into believing the hilarious lie that I am yours. Because then..then, and only then, perhaps I might be yours. In all drunken fun-loving hilarity, I might be yours. But sober, I am no one else's but the world's..until that "palms sweating, heart racing, butterflies in my stomach, omg does my hair look okay?" feeling comes back to haunt and resign me to finally belong to my own World, the way I'm sure I did, once upon a time.
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