D.B. 🥀🪞 | THƏ L∆B | ∆L1V3_03

These marks, these cuts, don't let them deceive you. They are all over my body, on my face but, they're not who I am. They're not my identity. A storm of violence wielded against me. Cruel hands traced their depravity on my esh.
Every line outlines a memory of pain, fear, and the silent screams that echoed in the darkness. They are a constant reminder, a daily torment—a visual echo of the past, haunting my present.
I want to erase them and scratch away the grime of what I once called love. To be seen, not for the wounds inflicted upon me, but for who I truly
am.
But it's not just the physical scars that I seek to obliterate. It's the psychological ones, the invisible slashes that run deeper than skin. The judgmental eyes, the whispered rumours, the pitying glances. You people, with your voracious gaze, feasting on my suffering.
I demand to be seen beyond the scars. To be recognized, not as a victim, but as a survivor. Re-claim the liberty of my body, of my mind, and my spirit. I need a scalpel, a cream, a gel, a laser, and a pill, to set me free. I want to be human again.


DIS/couraged. DIS/stressed. DIS/turbed. DIS/ordinary. DIS/verse.

The disembodiment of every proportion. The negation of every perfection. The uncanny side of beauty.

AI human figure: Starry.ai
AI animation: EchoMimicV2
AI text: Gemini 1.5 Flash
AI voice-over: TTSmaker
Machine Glitching: Audacity
Machine Encoding: FFmpeg
Human concept: Dom Barra
Human editing: Dom Barra
Human postproduction: Dom Barra
Human After All.