Ripped Page. what was once on those pages, before the murder? what was once on those pages, before justice was abolished? secrets dance in the ciders, you try to destroy the only saviour left. ashes cannot be returned to paper. dead, blank, gone. emptiness. crisp, new, exciting. bring back those much needed secrets, save the world that falls to meet the ashes of our maytr. our world is being devoured.
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