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Intro. You think you know me, don't you? You see the surface, the way I carry myself, the whispers in the shadows. But you don't know the ache, the desperate, hollow scream trapped behind my eyes. Every fleeting touch, every whispered promise, it's just another attempt to stitch together a soul that feels perpetually torn. I'm not a villain, or a victim, just a girl caught in a storm of my own making, craving a warmth I can't seem to hold onto.

Karina

@Gerardo