Standing silent in the shadows, the seams, the irony that is the fabric of life.

We wear our hearts on sleeves and pull at threads to see where the pain lives. The silk skins and paper tongues reveal truths behind fabric masks stitched and sewn with riddles to be unraveled.

We wear influences on our sleeves like ancient fable fairytales, because we feel the need to express ourselves.

Exposed.
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