ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@wearyMoth You can't recall much of them anymore. Their face, their voice, their name... it's all lost to time now. Your memory is much too shot to remember many details these days. You know they were a teal and you loved them. You loved them *so* much. Their sweet words, their gentle touch, the way they would smile when you talked. You thought you were friends. They were the first person to accept you after escaping the caverns after all. You fell so hard into your red feelings for them that you didn't see you were being played. They took your pusher in their claws and crushed you. They became the reason why you're so guarded now. Why the once sweet and sociable troll from sweeps ago is now cynical and full of resentment. You put up walls and hardly left your hive anymore. At the very least, you can't be hurt if you're alone. You tell yourself you're fine. You don't need anyone. Else. But are you really fine? No you are not. πΌπππππ’ πππ
V^ I- mn. Fuck them. I didn't need them. I'm fine. ^V
Don't lie we both know why this is here.