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Life is a mess of stars. And I am the whole sky around me.

what chagrin, how bittersweet. i wish you were jealous of me.

Two makeshift detectives chase after the disappearance of Ophelia Artel.

If all the unfathomable chances and stars didn’t drift into a straight line, like an airplane runway for me to take off into their heart.

a dark walk in the city

Birthday cakes and treasure hunts. Damp towels and bickering in a squeaky car. White wine and cigarettes.

Ophelia wished she was a free bird-one as vibrant as the color of blood, that could fly away from the world. The brief thoughts of Ophelia in the hands of death - A Shakespearean tragedy.

The toxicity of a city, with its polluted claws digging at your dreams.

Rolling and crashing....they bellow...

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