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... But she didn’t know—not yet—that she wasn’t speaking to Justin.
Not the boy from the orphanage who once held her hand in the dark.
Not the one who burned in the lab, scarred and bitter, bleeding rage like gasoline.
No.
I was the other one.
The one born in the dark void between their screams.
The one who thrived in cages, who grinned at the sound of chains.
The one even they couldn’t contain.
The one I had tried to lock away for yea ...
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