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Pratt Institute / Semester II Project

Under Construction.

Pratt Institute / Semester II Project

Under Construction.

"They see me strong, so strong that I can hold up the sky within my own strength. I’m merely mortal flesh, I fake many things, I have secrets, I contain guilt. When I take off all of the extravagant camouflage, there are bruises, scars.

   

    Sometimes even me asks myself: How can you survive? How you still haven’t bang your head against the wall? How you haven’t throw yourself off a cliff? How you haven’t loose that nice temper but kill all the ones you hate?

 

    The stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air.

    

    I keep filling myself with all those little lies, the lies I made up just to convince myself this is the right thing to do, to stay. Until all the lies turning into flood, a raging ocean, fill up my lungs. I’m suffocating underneath this raving water. Why can’t you tell? Mother?"

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