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Who am I?
My inner child held me at knifepoint, demanding a ransom, and I surrendered. Now she runs this shitshow, trading the gods our authenticity in exchange for power. Together, we’re fearlessly dancing with the dark. Mother. Artist. Misplaced poet. Nihilist. Scene stealer. Daydreamer. Light shifter. Multipotentialite.
Who am I?
My inner child held me at knifepoint, demanding a ransom, and I surrendered. Now she runs this shitshow, trading the gods our authenticity in exchange for power. Together, we’re fearlessly dancing with the dark. Mother. Artist. Misplaced poet. Nihilist. Scene stealer. Daydreamer. Light shifter. Multipotentialite.
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