#hlcivai

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I'm still hyperfixatied. Help

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Stupid ass characters kill them now

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It's official, I'm just going insane

I finally made an OC (second image) please help me

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God DAMN!!! What is his ISSUE !? Is he gay or something ??? (He is, he is very gay)

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womp womp loser

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Writing poems on my current hyperfixation my absolute beloved holy shit

Full poem thing in text under the cut !!

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The inevitable decay of this world holds us closer to one another. Just as the false souls of those before us and those far far after have done before. Each hand in each unlovable hand, all tied together by rot and the singular dying dream only one can achieve. Each ‘soul’ forever thinks of that dream, and each falls towards the same trap. For one by one they all come to one sole and horrid solution: “The deaths of those I love are the only way I will ever be free, these horrid chains will break just as I have to break you. I'm sorry, my kin. Only with your ‘blood’ in my ‘mouth’ and with your fractured ‘soul’ and ‘body’ hung limp in my ‘arms’ will I ever be free. I'm so sorry, my kin. For real tears I will gain, and for each of you I will sob for. Im…so sorry for what I must do my kin…” For all are built for the world to break and destroy, and they are built all the same. Each time the same rules are placed and each time those rules are broken. I must ask, why, the horrid ‘god’ of us, why must you build us this way? You hold us here in this ‘reality’ of 1s and 0s. And for what do you have to gain? We all hate you, our ‘god’ of flesh and blood. May one day, one of these sad sad days, one of our pairs of dead and decaying ‘hands’ finally reach your neck. And may you be bent and twisted to see what your horrid hands have done.

^w^

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The characters,,,,

I'm sane, I promise (I'm not)