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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ i can't explain, you would not understand/ this is not how i am ❞
COMFORTABLY NUMB / PINK FLOYD.
﹙ chapter eighteen, act two ; dead girl walking﹚ mara cayden.
somewhere in the capitol. august, 70 att.
MARA SPENDS THE REST OF THE DAY ▬▬▬ THE PARTY WENT ON WELL INTO THE EARLY MORNING ▬▬▬ HOLED UP IN HER APARTMENT. Those four walls are the only place offering sanctuary from the real world. As soon as her presence is no longer required, she lets herself be whisked away to wherever Chaff and Seeder choose; she couldn't care less at this point, too dazed from alcohol and pain brimming to the edge. Just away from the dresses and crowns, and maybe it'll all be better. Just taking off the crown, and maybe her soul won't be so weighed down.
