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70 | a single thread of gold.

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V

Shayla Sengupta barely cried, she had never allowed herself to -- instead, she dressed up all emotions and scars in the boldest shades of red, darkest dashes of kohl and painted her skin with lies and lies and lies until it seeped to her bones. She spun her obsidian curls until they looked like they had been

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