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Sep 2024
We are the things we so desperately desire be kept concealed:

the unsightly sensation of blood
painting our stained hands,

the sheer amount of hopelessness coursing inevitably
though the warren of our lifeless soul.

we are, what we are not.
A glimpse into the contradictions we hide within ourselves.
ironic, isn't it?
Sora
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Sora  14/F/Home.
(14/F/Home.)   
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