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✧く. ❪ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 (النجمة)

       (  ±± [MOVE] ✷ ) ───  she is the
       fire ignites its own flame, no nd
       for a spark, no need for a
       name. her stride is a rhythm
       on the stage of the world, with
       banners of courage and silence
       unfurled. they call her a diva

perhaps they are right, for she commands the shadows and masters the light. not out of hunger for eyes or for praise, but because she is sun-bright in a thousand small ways.

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honey, i don’t just chase thrills i define them. born from the raw static of the 90s and destined for the throne. sit back and watch how a real winner plays the game

IN THE MIRRØR ── CALLING ALPHA PAGE.XI

t.me/yGirltfriend tasted of metallic sweetness a reckless flirtation with danger.
      | "she, the diva" was playing
      | with fire, her fingers tangled so
      | deep in my hair they gripped

the very roots, pulling until the sting felt like a crowning ache. when the smoke cleared, I looked at the woman lying next to me and wondered: was that really you, (or) just a ghost of the stage? In this game of power, who am I even supposed to please?