ainted Like a Lie That Tells the Truth-This isn’t armor.
It’s not a costume.
It’s skin—drenched in pigment, lit like a fever dream, and offered up without apology.
I think some would call this taking revenge too far, but I don't care. I've had enough of this girl putting me down at every opportunity, it's time I fired back. Luckily my astral projection skills aren't too rusty, now I get rid of her and am built