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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ please understand i'm trying my hardest / my head's a mess but regardless ❞
CONSUME / CHASE ATLANTIC.
﹙chapter twenty six, act two ; knife edge﹚ mara cayden.
train station, the capitol. july, 72 att.
THERE MUST BE A LIMIT. Mara thinks this while she sits on a bench, and becomes more sure ▬▬▬ there is a moment where every support structure buckles too far and snaps. When the roof cannot take any more weight and caves in, just like her old home. When fathers turn to stone to numb their pain and there is simply nothing to do but scream and scream until her throat is raw. And, more importantly, how far is she from hers?
