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Are you aware that I'm tracing your
every step, mimicking your every move?
I want to know you, Sin. I want to know
everything about you. You have changed
so much over time. You're so much more
fascinating.
It becomes so natural, doesn't it, to
avoid the bitter taste being watched leaves
in your mouth? So you go on, pretending
that you cannot be seen, that you blend in
seamlessly, that nobody notices the rip in
