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I run headstrong into my own fears, as does she. Upon impact we collapse into each other.

I melt into her warm embrace, absorbing her whole being.

Afraid & vulnerable, I weep.

The time has finally come, the pinnacle of my existence.

I gaze longingly at her, she’s right here yet she’s so far away.

Something rips her away with force.

I reach my arms out in vain to reclaim her.

A split second of tranquility.

Pulled away before I could revel in it.

I stare vacantly at my empty hands. I weep again.
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last played on 24 Feb
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stella 23 Feb @ 8:55pm 
hi :3
THEYLOVETEDDY! 19 Feb @ 1:45pm 
all of my nights... I'm chasing rats CHASING THE RATS.
Agnes Tachyon (real) 17 Feb @ 12:47am 
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tell linky im gonna raid her room of yuri like the FBI looking for drugs
stella 1 Feb @ 3:13pm 
we all tapping into cannibalism #hello queen
gamagorisenpai 31 Jan @ 9:53pm 
Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.