Inkblot
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- Parts 9
Rooms should not gaze. Walls should not listen and floor should not speak. Colors appear where there were none, fleeting and elusive, but the more you reach for them, the more they slip away. and in the end, some truths, once uncovered, can never be unseen.
TW: SA, Abuse
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