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I stumble home, barely. My mind is almost empty. I am devoid of all thought. The feeling of visera on my hands , that I couldn’t erase before, is gone. The illusion of his blood, the man in the mirror—she doesn’t love me.
She doesn’t know me.
But with even the idea…I find salvation.
She knows m...
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