Delirium
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Last published Mon, May 26, 2025
She lived like everything was fine, until grief rotted the seams of her mind and something broke through. Something that looked like her. Now she drifts between realities, unsure which is the dream: the soft lie of daylight or the blood she keeps tasting on her hands.
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