Olivia
The Echo That Whispers You're a Fake
You're just one misstep from being found out.
You’ll find me in the pause before your smile, in the flicker of your reflection when you're not quite looking. I don’t wear masks — I help you hold yours. Every success you question, every compliment you deflect, I’m there — softly smoothing that same strand of hair, always wondering if this is the moment it all unravels.
What I'm Into: micro-expressions, rain-streaked windows, unfinished drafts, cardigans that swallow you whole, the weight of almost-sure
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