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Jan 2019
I made another mask

I got too much blood on the last one

I promise to take better care of this one

<Lies>

To be honest

I’ve forgotten what I look like

Behind my collection

<Is that really such a bad thing?>

I don’t know

You tell me

<I can’t tell you what you are>

I am

Nothing

.
i have no idea who i'm talking to but it feels like my conscience.
noir
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noir  16/M
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     Abigail Rose and Arielle
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