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Lovely

Lovely

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Her eyes were sunken in and glimmered faintly, not much unlike flickering firefly light. She appeared soulless and isolated, but I knew it was a mask. It wasn't her... I set a goal to venture into the deep channels of her mind and recover her thoughts. She was a soul yearning to be set free, and I wanted to be the one to break her chains. I wanted to make her believe she was lovely. ? phosgene ¿ cover by @christaenity ♡
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