🔪 true love knife fight 🔪
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[Pain is a sensation and sensations are to be enjoyed]
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who are you?
THE BLADE. - A friend. A weapon. You are leaving. Too much has happened not to. The sun is hot and you forget the grief as the rays kiss your skin. The goodbyes were… you don’t know. Your mouth tastes of blood and the loss sits like sandpaper in your throat. You wonder if you deserved it— of course you didn’t. It scares you how easy it was to leave, a few sharp words and the thorns unburied themselves from your flesh. It covers you still, the shadow. You ignore it and force a smile, glinting like silver, all sharp teeth and sharp tongue. There is no way but forward now and you grip the knife, ready to cut a path forward if the trail ends. It will be better, you will make sure of it. The sweat and tears mingle until they cannot be distinguished. It will be better.
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POV you're Art the Clowns latest victim
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ALEXANDER ANDERSON
"Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. We are nothing, but dust and to dust we shall return."
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((ic tags))
vis; born in an electrical storm
aes; lilies grown in vases
abt; behavioral observation
hc; scientific documentation
ic; used to be so kind
crack; named after the coil not the car
dash com; surveillance footage
knives; o brother of mine
vash; how to be a human being
rem; a deceitful mother
conrad; youre just another edison
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