EPIGRAPH

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❝It curls at the edges of her smile. Her ribs crack through ridges of her skin, her teeth burn through the pink of her lips, her blood bubbling in each toxic vein. Her feet wander with the gait of a princess and the stealth of a thief; her hands hold with the hopes of a romantic and they tear with the mania of a criminal. There is no more knowing who she is, as her identity leaps and twirls to hide beneath layer after layer of pain and misery.❞

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