DEAD ACTORS faking it ALL the way.
From where to here.
What for? She calls it a fail, comparing her to something bigger as if she’s never fought for. A dream she names ‘REALITY.’ A prayer she spits in agony. The master destroyed the student;
NO INTELLECTUAL overcoming, just some pitiful extrapolation. For a redemption forever lost in translation.
Even with her veins wide open towards angels, she would remain the same burden.