❝𝙞'𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.❞
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જ⁀➴ the tedious brown tainted the pure white, as it stilled against the glimmer of ivory, absorbing the chastity whole, contaminating the noble. resting upon the luminosity of the innocent, tarnishing it into a puddle of murk, a splash overfilled with darkness and vile. erasing the virtuous with the eraser of demise, dirtying it with its traces of ruination,
as her weary eyes fixated on the long dried liquid that rested upon her once clear bandages.is it preternatural to feel a sense of kinship with the harsh bandages embracing her hands?
possibly.
the chattering transpiring around her meek figure bypassed her ears, as she strained her hearing to focus on her own notions. true perplexity washed over the shore of her muddled brain, she was utterly confused, and the conflicting sentiments kept prickling her heart veins continuously. yesterday felt like a dim memory from the past, all she recalled was a blob of fuchsia aiding her, and amongst her uncertainty, she came to the conclusion it was Chigiri.
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