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it doesn’t matter really. Play the jester and keep up face

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Im thinking about it

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It’s okay!

If you pay attention, just at the right time, in the right moment, the world turns pink, coats itself with a veil of comforting warm colours.

It’s nice. Despite it all there’s still moments of peace amidst the turmoil, it almost makes everything else tolerable.

Take a deep breath. There’s a certain coziness in melancholy, some kind of otherworldly acceptance of the impending end making haste to scuttle your experience sooner. Maybe it’s okay if things aren’t fine. Maybe it’s okay to lose, to accept defeat.

It feels so warm. This fleeting, fickle moment of despair blankets around my shoulders like the warm embrace of the morning sun or the cooling breeze under the looming moonlight.

There’s hope. Not for a better future, for things to change, but hope for a graceful end left with a beautiful final note.

Maybe it’s the day. But I don’t think the time has come yet. Because the sky has stayed pink.

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Smile!

The same command kept echoing over and over in the mind of Yuri. Only they could hear it, the voices of a thousand faces yet of no body and soul. The sky was wrong. The shadows crept in. What was supposed to be dead took life.

“It’s this again.”

It’s the symphony. The cacophony. The ballad of whispers and murmurs of the unreachable, phantom digits reaching and grasping and clinging and choking beneath the skin of Yuri’s figure.

Smile! Grin! Smirk!

Yuri’s flesh pulsed beyond the volition of its inhabitant. A mere passenger of their own vessel.

Laugh! Giggle! Chuckle!

An impulse, stronger than their own will. They cackled, a manic river of whims and quips undesired and unwanted.

It all felt so empty. Vain. Visceral. The earth quivered beneath their feet, the sky contracted above their head. What was the point of being if being was all I could do.

Dance! Run! Jump!

They were not them. To be was to not be. They wanted out. Swept away from the chains binding them to their tormented coil, unburdened from the need of consciousness.

Hehehe! Hahaha! What a strange, quizzical being! They are amusing! Entertaining! Weird. Wrong.

What’s wrong with them?

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imagine a vacuum cleaner but its like transparent in the same way those old wii remotes and other silly game apparel were like 10 years ago

I would really love a vacuum cleaner for my restaurant job because I keep having to sweep and that’s so annoying I wanna modernise already

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👀

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Greetings uhhh

How do I refer to you

No gendered honorifics?

They/them as I am permanently nonbinary. As the name implies

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guys this shit is my life pay attention to it

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Yuri or yaoi

literally Yuri since that’s my name

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Tell me about your blorbo question mark

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women

Female

Why does calling the feminine gender always invoke the man/male part of the word too. This sucks.

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what I do

could be summarised as torment nexus simulator.

Mmhm

Almamudillah.

maybe this 🤔 is indeed.

what it amounts to be.

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very

handsome man

I am good artist