Notes
No past, no future, I turned myself into a war zone and painted myself red to take on the role of the monster. “But,” the specter whispered, “you’re really just a stray girl with dry blood on her face and violence in her heart. Go ahead, tear the skin off. Rip the body open. Let’s see if there’s something hiding beneath, or if you’re really just another human after all.”
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