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She’s used to being pretty. She wears that expertly-blended expectation on her cheeks and eyes. It’s a shade of nostalgia, for days when delusion came more easily. Death dressed up.
She’s used to being pretty. She wears that expertly-blended expectation on her cheeks and eyes. It’s a shade of nostalgia, for days when delusion came more easily. Death dressed up.
Fear dressed in black.
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