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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lilly Brennan

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It was a Monday when The Doctors found sadness collected in the hollows of my collarbones, going stale like rings on the table and falling from my hips. They covered me, opened me, and undid me, but I chose to stay silent. And when an old man with milky hair bound my mouth to save my savage life, even then I could not tell them: these cuts are not only on my skin.