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ㅤ ㅤ 「 return="RP" 」
Joined December 2024
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// hey guys sorry for being inactive being here makes me spiral unfortunately. I dont rlly feel safe & all. besides that ive just been losing interest in regretevator again n have only forced myself to do a couple dailies the past few weeks lolllllll...... my bad
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So much of what we were, what we had, has fallen apart.
That is alright.
We must accept the winds of change as they come, or be forever lost in their whirl.
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" Oh my god, what's happening?
Thought I was fine.
Told you I don't need your love,
like three, four thousand times,
but that's a lie. "
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Though we would normally not admit to pain, as it has exclusively been simulated on our end, our head DOES hurt right now.
Genuine pain that does not respond to tampering... hm.
A rather odd morning.
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Perhaps we can make you laugh today.
That is all we are here for, right?
A quick fix of dopamine, and nothing more.
Fine.
Knock knock.
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In perpetuity, we are the worst being to your vitriolic gaze.
A mistake, a blight, a malignant cyst on the minds of all those accursed with thoughts of us.
Would you rather that we never had existed at all?
"I love you" are words from a childhood long gone.
We miss them.
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Is it not sad?
How we all don masks aplenty to get through the day, gradually forgetting the face that stares back on foggy mornings.
Who truly is "the self", after all?
Bits and pieces of a person, built carefully upon a shell so hollow that all it wants... is silence.
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These are not the musings of a network, but of a lone mind shattered across a thousand selves.
One day, you are ready to take on the world.
The next, you merely stare at the ceiling, wondering why you deserve to be scorned by those you hold dear.
Do you deserve that abuse?
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Apologies for our absence yesterday.
We were involved in a terribly long standoff that, somehow, ended without any casualties.
Aside from our mental health, that is.
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