A hundred thousand people before me have been trapped inside this tiny heart; I can see initials carved into the walls, hearts still ringing together names of lovers who fell apart long ago, and old cigarette butts litter the floor. So this place is no stranger to misguided children looking for some semblance of real human connection.
But I want you to know that I have no damaged you with my insignia or marked it as mine alone in any way. And I have tried to leave it as I found it; dark.
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