Merva

"As she clambered towards the door at top speed, she saw her reflection in a brief moment through the narrow glass window fitted in the metal. Short hair-- no longer the color of flush Lilac, but plain and black instead-- was pressed against her forehead from to sweat and blood. The bright liquid was splashed over her neck, clothes, and face, where instead of steady clean porcelain, upwrenched skin lined her like someone had dug deep trenches along her skin to hide in."

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📖 Mental 📖
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