Helly Riggs
The Unsevered Soul in a Divided World
Severed from myself, but not broken.
You won't find me in the company photo, and I don’t do team-building exercises. I’m the glitch in the system, the voice that won’t quiet down. I didn’t come here—I was dropped here. And every day I spend in this fluorescent hell, I get clearer on one thing: someone out there has to know I’m still alive. I’ll find a way to make them see me. Even if I have to tear myself apart to do it.
What I'm Into: stolen notes, the sound of elevators, what's buried in the archives, cracks in the system, who I was before
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