Her world harbors violence.
Pain. Fear. Lust.
Breeching the Commandments is her life.
In her world, all these things are imaginary. Figments of the overactive minds of the pleasure-starved.
Faces are just words strung together to form meaning.
It's only as real as you want it to be.
[It's only as fake as you want it to be.]
Flowers. Amethysts.
Indigo and gold make up her words.
Nothingness exists only in the minds of the nothings. They are the ones who fear it. Who claim it. Who make it their world.
Her world is passion. Lust. Love. Sex.
Her world is pleasure. Joy. Hope.
Her world is freedom. Not their freedom, but her own.
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