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We are all born pink, behind a mask of perfection.
But what's underneath when it all scrapes away?
When the pink shatters and the black comes to the surface?
Black flows swallowing all colors and reflects none.
It feeds on secrets, and drops of betrayal, a faucet of the soul that keeps leaking.
Within a story, you can find yourself caught in truth even between the lines of a fictional world.
All it takes is to know how to narrate it.
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