I͇ s͇e͇e͇ i͇t͇ n͇o͇w͇. H͇o͇w͇ b͇l͇i͇n͇d͇ w͇e͇ h͇a͇d͇ b͇e͇e͇n͇ b͇e͇f͇o͇r͇e͇. Y͇e͇s͇. F͇i͇d͇e͇l͇i͇t͇y͇ o͇f͇ b͇o͇n͇d͇. T͇o͇ t͇h͇i͇n͇k͇ f͇r͇i͇e͇n͇d͇s͇h͇i͇p͇ i͇s͇ m͇o͇r͇e͇ t͇h͇a͇n͇ a͇ f͇e͇e͇l͇i͇n͇g͇. T͇h͇a͇n͇ t͇h͇e͇ m͇o͇l͇d͇e͇d͇ m͇a͇t͇t͇e͇r͇ a͇ b͇o͇d͇y͇ c͇o͇n͇f͇o͇r͇m͇s͇ t͇o͇. Y͇o͇u͇ w͇e͇r͇e͇ a͇t͇ o͇u͇r͇ s͇i͇d͇e͇ a͇l͇l͇ a͇l͇o͇n͇g͇. L͇i͇k͇e͇ g͇u͇i͇d͇i͇n͇g͇ m͇o͇o͇n͇l͇i͇g͇h͇t͇. N͇i͇g͇h͇t͇ f͇a͇l͇l͇s͇, G͇l͇o͇o͇m͇w͇e͇i͇s͇s͇. M͇i͇d͇n͇i͇g͇h͇t͇ r͇i͇s͇e͇s͇. O͇v͇e͇r͇c͇a͇s͇t͇ s͇k͇i͇e͇s͇ s͇w͇i͇r͇l͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇ u͇n͇d͇u͇l͇a͇t͇i͇n͇g͇ a͇r͇m͇s͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ r͇e͇a͇c͇h͇ o͇n͇l͇y͇ f͇o͇r͇ y͇o͇u͇. B͇e͇ s͇t͇i͇l͇l͇. Y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇ a͇ t͇h͇r͇e͇a͇t͇ t͇o͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇s͇e͇l͇f͇ n͇o͇ l͇o͇n͇g͇e͇r͇. A͇t͇ e͇a͇s͇e͇...s͇w͇e͇e͇t͇...s͇w͇e͇e͇t͇ e͇a͇s͇e͇.
m4ny things ## i do not feel those m4ny things ## 4re you 4lso the # tendril th4t pulls on my limbs with 4 curiosity # one th4t h4s no underst4nding of the physic4l n4ture of the body? # # 4re you 4lso the seeping residue of the limb th4t protrudes # slowly filling my ch4mber ## ## 4re you the void i c4n see 4nd nothing else? # ### 4nd wh4t of the d4rkness th4t h4s begun to creep into my biology # ## the foul ichor ## # do not sug4r co4t something with such 4 t4ste ## st4tic to the tongue 4nd confusion to the mind # but i h4ve comprehended enough to find my thoughts ## love m4nifests. i 4m sure they love me, for i continue to be 4live # ### but you know how impossible it is to truly tr4nsl4te such 4 feeling.
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6loomy..? this is a 6ood thin6 ri6ht? she's Comin' baCk, *ri6ht?* 'Cus if not, so help me 6od, i will stride aCross spaCe to the furthest rin6 'n' make CosmiC Calamari.
S͇h͇e͇ i͇s͇. Y͇o͇u͇r͇ p͇r͇a͇y͇e͇r͇s͇ h͇a͇v͇e͇ b͇e͇e͇n͇ a͇n͇s͇w͇e͇r͇e͇d͇. Y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇ t͇h͇a͇n͇k͇e͇d͇ f͇o͇r͇ t͇h͇i͇s͇.
H͇m͇m͇. Y͇o͇u͇ s͇p͇e͇a͇k͇ o͇u͇t͇ o͇f͇ f͇e͇a͇r͇ a͇n͇d͇ u͇n͇k͇n͇o͇w͇i͇n͇g͇. W͇e͇ f͇o͇r͇g͇i͇v͇e͇ y͇o͇u͇. B͇u͇t͇ n͇o͇ t͇h͇r͇e͇a͇t͇ b͇o͇r͇n͇ o͇f͇ e͇i͇t͇h͇e͇r͇ w͇i͇l͇l͇ m͇a͇k͇e͇ i͇t͇s͇ m͇a͇r͇k͇ i͇n͇ q͇u͇i͇t͇e͇ t͇h͇e͇ w͇a͇y͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ y͇o͇u͇ i͇n͇t͇e͇n͇d͇. W͇e͇ s͇a͇v͇e͇d͇ s͇o͇m͇e͇o͇n͇e͇ l͇o͇s͇t͇. F͇o͇u͇n͇d͇ s͇o͇m͇e͇o͇n͇e͇ y͇o͇u͇ c͇o͇u͇l͇d͇ n͇o͇t͇. R͇e͇n͇d͇e͇r͇e͇d͇ s͇t͇a͇b͇l͇e͇ s͇o͇m͇e͇o͇n͇e͇ u͇n͇. I͇t͇ w͇o͇u͇l͇d͇ n͇o͇t͇ b͇e͇ w͇i͇s͇e͇ t͇o͇ a͇n͇t͇a͇g͇o͇n͇i͇z͇e͇ s͇u͇c͇h͇ a͇ p͇e͇r͇s͇o͇n͇, d͇o͇ y͇o͇u͇ n͇o͇t͇ t͇h͇i͇n͇k͇?͇
you're the bastards who took her from my plaCe to be6in with, ri6ht? she wouldn't be in any of this mess if ya'd just... just left her alone. so she'd better be alri6ht now, or...
Y͇o͇u͇ m͇a͇k͇e͇ m͇e͇r͇i͇t͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ a͇c͇c͇u͇s͇a͇t͇i͇o͇n͇s͇. C͇l͇a͇i͇m͇s͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇o͇u͇t͇ v͇e͇r͇a͇c͇i͇t͇y͇. Y͇o͇u͇ l͇e͇t͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ h͇u͇r͇t͇ s͇p͇e͇a͇k͇ i͇n͇ p͇l͇a͇c͇e͇ o͇f͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ p͇a͇n͇, p͇u͇s͇h͇e͇r͇, o͇r͇ l͇o͇g͇i͇c͇. W͇a͇n͇e͇ i͇n͇ a͇g͇g͇r͇e͇s͇s͇i͇o͇n͇. I͇t͇ i͇s͇ u͇n͇w͇i͇s͇e͇ t͇o͇ s͇p͇e͇a͇k͇ s͇o͇ f͇r͇e͇e͇l͇y͇ w͇h͇e͇n͇ s͇o͇ g͇o͇v͇e͇r͇n͇e͇d͇ b͇y͇ s͇e͇n͇s͇e͇l͇e͇s͇s͇ f͇e͇e͇l͇i͇n͇g͇.
then ya'd better hope she's okay or this senseless feelin' is 6onna esCalate fast. she deserves better than all of this.
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