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Ascalon endures rejection day after day, night after night.Fuck. What a pathetic line — perfect for someone whose feelings are all cracked and leaking.
The only mirror he owns is shattered. Good. It’s better this way.Time to go.
On campus, the back of his neck burns —that bastard’s watching again, trying to be subtle.
HA! what a joke.
Ascalon knows exactly who it is.
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🦠 Welcome.
🦠 Here I write... Have parts of me? Maybe. If you identify with this, just don't tell me.
About this space:
🦠 wreckage of fiction (or not).
🦠 certainly a terrible and poorly translated writing. lol.
🦠 disturbed characters, don't try to fix them.
About me:
🦠 I don't exist (avoid pronouns).
🦠 I'll answer however I want: sometimes it's me and sometimes it's them.
🦠 0 experience with tumblr, be patient.
Read if you want to feel.
Come back if you want to understand a little more.
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