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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ wishing i was somebody else / feeling oh so sorryfor myself ❞
FUNERAL / PHOEBE BRIDGERS.
﹙ chapter two, act one ; compathy﹚ mara cayden.
darkmoor, district eleven. july, 70 att.
MARA GOES NUMB TO THE WORLD. The rain pours down harder than ever, the droplets running down her face as she stands there. It's as if she's been thrown against a brick wall, the air knocked cleanly from her lungs. As realisation slowly dawns on her, as her fate becomes terribly clear, she begins to hope that she merely misheard Antonia. This can't be happening.
"Mara Cayden!" Antonia calls out once more, her voice carrying over the whispers of the crowd.
