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can you see right through my black heart?

[zakiriisms]

zakir was alone, minding his business (marking up a vacant wall in the abandoned underground tunnels by the train tracks) all sorts of spray paint lined up by his feet. as he stepped back to take a look at his work, he almost tripped over something…or someone? he whipped around, an arrogant smirk on his face. “how long were you going to eavesdrop before announcing your presence?”