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MVJ ~ A story told through playlists

Act 1: Malachi (longest playlist)

Summary of act 1: Malachi struggles with his own mind, as is common with duality. Using Lovejoy to cope with his self worth issues can’t be healthy… but he does it anyway. He struggles with his mental health too. And to top it all off? He has an immensely dirty mind. How does he manage? He doesn’t lets be honest. But… James and Vex make things more bearable.

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MVJ ~ A story told through playlists

Love

Love summary: all three’s love squeezed into one playlist. Some more risky songs from Malachi. Love songs from Vex. Anxious songs from James. But all three meet to make a story that could be sweet or sour. But. Sometimes sweet and sour makes the best candy.

Soldier, poet, and king. <3

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MVJ ~ A story told through playlists

Act 3: James

Act 3 summary: James (previously known as the Christian Anon or CA) tends to have many struggles. Their mental health being the main one. Despite this mess, they truly care for Vex and Malachi. They tend to believe they aren’t good enough or worthy of them but both will assure you that they truly love James.

Time is a strange thing my love. But maybe we can stick it out.

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I can clearly remember this period. Women at that time were energetic and put a lot of energy into looking beautiful. Forget about the same old natural look. It was important to have an innovative design and to catch people's attention.

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Perform // 5.14.25

I danced around my room last night

My window my audience

My costume my nightgown

No mirrors

I won't see the way my face scrunches

My fat cheeks

My unplucked brow

My body like blubber

I feel the vibrations in every cell

Letting the girl inside cheer and screech

Letting her scream

Letting her cry

What does it take to feel this free when I'm not alone?

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the monsters under the bed // 1.24.22

I never should have been made to feel

The pain of an age

Decades away

From that moment

I was young

I was stupid

I was deeply disturbed

I have never felt such a deep, raw terror

Since the age of twelve

I hope to never become a child again

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EAT. // 5.16.2025

I am brave and powerful. I am the strongest you will ever meet. I have achieved more in my life than you can even begin to dream of for yours. I fight and I win.

I am a goddess. You tell me this. I let you in, mercifully.

You spin your words like a playwright. You love it. You kiss me hard, spinning me until I am dizzy and drunken - and I flood. I let you open me like an orange and bite hard enough to taste the citrus on your tongue. I tell you the true things about me. I'm left bruised and I say nothing. I am sick and in love with the feeling of being adored.

You bring me offerings like a cocaine rat stuck in a maze, pleading that the next blind move will lead to escape - to success.

In the quiet, I am fragile. I lay in my bed, so paper thin I make no noise when I break. You are there, watching. With every breath you live a hero in your own mind. Selfishly you sink your teeth into every part of me. Getting off to the idea I would write this about you.

Your love is primal - it is stunted - it is young. I see the little boy with a big heart alive in you. You are still him, always him, playing and crying and laughing and always, always, always and forever just a boy. A stupid boy - blinded by lust and thinking of exactly nothing as you wholly hand yourself over. I am doomed to realize this.

When you are forced to face yourself it will be alone. You will still taste me on your fingers, craving the high. And I will be miles away, forgetting I ever thought to send this to you.

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Untitled // 3.22.2022

I am scared for you

to grow into hate

To despise the way you look

the same as me and momma

To yell so loud you shatter

And to come back empty

As you were before

I may never forgive myself

for the scars on your face

Your mirror will lie to you

So will your mother

Sister, please hold on

As I hold on to you