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She looked as though her face had been broken before, the color and feel of her skin reminiscent of some kind of glue, her features pasted together with the residue of tears, her jaw loose in the wake of that useless ambition. Her image was so immersed in that lull that hums after bad, frightening dreams that she never saw the ambiguous edge of his shadow sharpen, and when she felt it cut into her, a dark and wet blade of history, she was unable to say goodbye, feeling only the bones of her cheeks crumble along with the rest of her face…
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Is this a description of your profile pic? It seems so.
At it stands, that's all this is. It feels like the beginning or end of something, but on its own I'm not convinced it works.
- Caleb
At it stands, that's all this is. It feels like the beginning or end of something, but on its own I'm not convinced it works.
- Caleb
"Don't treat your common sense like an umbrella. When you come into a room to philosophize, don't leave it outside, but bring it in with you." Wittgenstein