ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:A lost soul "At the risk of sounding like I'm pleading as if I'm a damsel in distress, do you really have to go back?" It's too warm here. It always is. Nothing but lava and metal. The gears burn even through clothes. "There's not many other choices here unless you want to deal with inane laughter for the rest of our lives. Which, mind you, are probably gonna expire shortly on their own in here anyway." The push and pull. Every week it's the same conversation. The need to go; the want to stay. Can't have both. Neither option makes both of you happy. "... You're never short on comforting words." Hands intwine. Sweaty and covered in dust. It feels awful. This is the closest to comfort you'll get. "Fuck do you want me to say, Rose? That I'll stay?" Silence. The pop of lava. Screeching metal as a gear nearby begins to shift. "You could pretend. You could lie to me." Your hands squeeze each other's so tightly you lose feeling at the tips of your fingers. "No. I couldn't." "I know." . . . I don't want to think about this πΌπππππ’ πππ
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so who put you in there or do you not know
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god fucking dammit
Though a different version I believe Or he has yet to do it I'm not sure
is it any of the sick fucks on here already or are you implying another one of those cueball headed perverts is gonna possibly reveal himself on here too
Unsure Perhaps it is one of them As you know My memory is not what it used to be
noted on being unsure but its chill i figured you probably wouldnt know
I know a lot yet so little. Did you know my mind has been fractured into a million different cards each one sorted by where they are on the tarot Just as your forgotten memories are stored in discs
i didnt know that but i guess i do now jfc