you are so guilty,
filled with red hot shame.
Take pride in your sins,
for you are ugly.
It's not something we can't fix.
It's not something that will break you.
We won't let it break you.
Not that way...
we can't have it end that way.
Only true self loathing is acceptable.
This,
sin... guilt
you hold in your heart is not enough.
We want all of you.
We want your nostalgia to swallow you whole,
you insecurities and fears.
They are our friends.
Why haven't you wondered why you won't call your friends?
Hmm? Hmm? Could it be that it's not time,
I think so.
More importantly, there is one final horror waiting for you.
One last killing blow we can deal to you.
Oh how we sit and wait for it.
We gleam and drool,
eager victims of our own crime.
Hehehe we do so love thinking of how it shall end.
You. Us. Her.
It shall be a tragedy more brilliant that you ever wished.
We shall make every wish of yours a reality.
We promise.
We love you.
Our dear,
sweet, honey bear.
Oh how we adore you.
You and your dark, hollow heart <3 [/ sigh]
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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