Designer: Manikka
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Let's not look back on the past, any longer than we have to. I barely recognize the girl who wore my skin (albeit, much tighter) when we retrace her steps. I can see nothing of her in myself, other than my features. I can feel nothing of her in my systems, other than her heartbeat. She and I share nothing but DNA. She does not exist, in the dimension I move freely in. I do not know her
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