write your labyrinth.

Her subterfuge of strength and endurability barely contains moments of weakness.
Many moments.
Like an apocalypse in the midst of good times, sometimes it's really hard to understand and she struggles to grapple with all the incoherent waves. She's seriously lacking congruity.

The word is lacking.

Her ostensible purpose i really do not know, but if really i must say, it's just to type things down.
Bit by bit with her fingertips, like couture, it has no explanation, just spend it away to make herself feel better.
Like vulnerability fleshed out; she can't percieve the world whose undoing has come about faster and with greater voracity than its realization.

By convention, i'll call it _ _ _ _.

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i wanted to upload the pictures of my grp and i wearin our safety helmets and looking so good on presentation day (last thurs) but blogger isn't working well now :( so i'll do it in the next post yea! It's really, truly, a hesitant fishbone production :) :) :)