Why Gemïny

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But that’s the thing. When you’re stuck in cloud 9 for too long, when that constant pristine perfection becomes an insistent reflection of everything you should be. “The cracks in mr. Perfect” begin to sheer through the diamond expanding like a fissure corrupting with plumes of tainted sands and impurities. Dissipating the divine dream and replacing it with an infernal sandstorm melting into a infuriated gale of mirrors depicting every flaw in your being that you attempted to veil from this perfect utopia. But now, you’re stuck. Running from the truth attempting to catch up to lovely angels that surround you. Praying to be embraced again by their seraphic embrace. 

But that’s the thing. When the world around you is seamless. You’re stuck running to cover your every stitch, the hideous patchwork tirelessly containing the rampant skeletons within. You run until the pure pressure of their diamond presence forces you to sink through the clouds, forcing you to decency to the depths you came from. 

But as you fall through the clouds. There’s a redeeming shimmer of red that streaks behind you. It’s that tiny glisten you hold on to. Hoping this time things can be different. As you restart the ravaging cycle, yet again

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Full story coming August 17th...