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Two opposite worlds Colliding with each other, Creating a whole.
What you see,
the faggot in the reflection of my space helmet visor is my only friend. with shaggy shorn hair and big eyes and a hollow cheek bone that holds in my silent tongue. i have etched lessons in my skin, leaving silver lines
When the ground shook beneath her, she held her balance. When that very ground cracked, she didn't loose a step. And when she thought her world was caving in, she smiled at the thought of new beginnings.