The Last Thing You See Is Yellow
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Happiness is just paint over the cracks.
The yellow paint is fresh. It hasn't dried yet. That's why it drips down your screen like toxic rain. The X-eyes aren't a mistake—they are a status report. This isn't a smile; it's a warning label printed on the dark. It watches you charge your phone at night. Graffiti is temporary. This vibe is permanent.