I twist between two fingertips.
I cannot join any other roleplays,
yet the ones I am in bring me no joy.
Mafia Harem is work cause I have no one to talk to about it.
Zodiac High School I am stuck and never have had a passion for school rp's.
I want a romance roleplay with princes but won't create anything.
I won't allow myself to join any other roleplays,
because I know the responsibilities I bear now are great.
In the end, all I do is thin out.
I cannot release the pressure that holds me now.
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I hate you. I hate her. I hate myself. I can't believe the daydreams I have.
If I could only keep dreaming, perhaps then I would find something to spark me with life.
Was I always this lifeless... was I born with death on my skin? Did I always stink of rotting corpses and maggots? Was I always so despicable?
I cannot say.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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