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Krystal. Not a name. A mask. A code for a version of myself that doesn't exist. A way to tell the story without choking on it. Behind the name lies a truth too tangled to say aloud. A truth I whisper, every night, in the dark: It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. ⚠️ Reader discretion advised.⚠️
My Fault.
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