"I felt as though I had become a plastic bag swirling to the whispers of the wind—with no personality whatsoever, without grounding to the earth. A ghostly appearance, an undulating body, a diaphanous and hollow shell, free of any substance. I was no longer the shadow nor the ghost of myself—only the mirage. I wanted to both flee and cement my being, or even, I wanted to exile myself to Pluto to forget the sun, but in the next moment, I dreamed of a bath of pure lava. From these extremes of madness sprang the desire for the utmost confinement, awkwardly intertwined with the burning nostalgia of human contact. I wanted to saturate myself with sensations capable of annihilating my infinite pain, but everything ended up being magnified—it was as if I was being slaughtered by my own feelings."
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Fiksi UmumMy name is Romane, but everyone calls me Romy - and I hate it. But I never dared to tell anyone, because... we better just keep to ourselves, right? One day, everything changed. I therefore ended up with my little sister Iris, aged 4 and way too you...
