20
20
95
95
Заходилa
О себе
Look a little closer at the seams connecting order and chaos. Do you see what I see? Rips, holes. Do you see the glimpses of the truth? Why do they so desperately hide under a mask? Or maybe they only become themselves when they put on a mask. Sometimes I want to know what you’re hiding, my silent friend. What mask do you wear? Or are you just as afraid as everyone else? Me? Am I afraid? No. I’m different.
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