My Unbecoming- Extract from Chapter Two

An unyielding labyrinth in my mind, ruthless, and unending, boring into me con amore. A desolate wasteland, colourful to others, monotone to me. Puissant. Once the very facsimile of perfection, now eclipsed by a soul-crushing overture. A façade, the prologue to my unbecoming.

The End

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