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THATS IT. ITS TIME TO GET FUNKY

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Why slither when you have legs?

Hey been inactive cause i been in Germany just kinda hanging around and slithering around and stuff

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Cookie Cutter

Sanity Crumbling

Like a Cookie

Cut Uniformly

The Gooey warm center slowly hardened

Both through time,

and lack of warmth

Becoming less appetizing through the day

Less and less, until eventually thrown out.

Like everything, it will have decayed after long enough.

Then it will be like the rest of the trash.

Only then, as it decays in the hot sun,

will it retrieve that warmth it needed to stay fresh.

Later eaten, by the scavengers who come to visit the dump.

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Look. If yall even think about something sad come here. I may be a hardened fast food worker, but ill be your friend. Just don't you dare ask me to make you better. Because its ok to be sad sometimes.

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"Your Imperfections are God's way of nerfing you" Bitch I've been bottom tier since my release, i didn't need nerfs.

@pukicho

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Because Mastery is far more powerful than a jack of all trades. Unless it's DnD, in which case fing an enemy immune to your strategy and you're dead.

I live for sorcery

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Just Thunderbolts? Why not use Vicious Mockery instead? HURT THEIR BRAINS INSTEAD OF THEIR EARS

I live for sorcery

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Yo if you want..... maybe we could chill together...... maybe have an existential crisis together.... but talking is out the window. FUCK speaking to each other.

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ALRIGHT. I'VE STOPPED GIVING A SHIT. IF YOU DON'T COME HERE, I WILL FIND AND HUG YOU. THERE'S NO OTHER OPTION.

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Yknow what'd be neat? Love and affection. Who wants some?

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*Me* I'm Good

*My Brain* Nah

*Me, in tears* Why do i do this to myself

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Gaud.... look if you need to talk we're here. Obviously something is going on based off of the GrinchxTony fanfic, but really. Want hugs?

*takes my traumas out of my pocket one-by-one & sets them gently on my therapist's coffee table like I'm showing off my rock collection*

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Look. I don't care about sleep. I don't care about work. I just want to hug everything in existance and actually be happy for once.

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*Me in a car* Okay let's just get to work. *My brain*: Throw shit out the window

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Huh.I exist. I hate that.

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Y'all ever be at work feeling like you do the least there? Like your coworker could've just finished cleaning the entire building and you're there like "I just dealt with 3 people and stood around for a while"

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(I've posted this on Reddit before)

Leave

There's this *THING* in my brain.

Making me think terrible things.

Hurting me so much.

It's making me push friends away.

It's making me lose interest in life.

Why can't it get out of my head?

Just *LEAVE*.

It's already bad enough.

So Please, Just leave.

Or I'll make it so neither of us survive