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Severed head? fine. bones sticking out? fine I guess. half a skull lost and brain melting off? fine too. but where I draw the line is prolapsed asshole
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ahhhh so the guilt is NOT supposed to be neverending and haunting and constant and persisting beyond a doubt over even the most menial of things that i would not be upset at someone else for. i understand now.
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hey. don't cry. the horror... the horror was for love. the things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. this love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. it is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all. ok?
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Depression is so shit it’s like doing all the normal things but you have -5 speed -5 energy and every little grief you’ve collected in all your years of living will suddenly become unskippable cutscenes. Also the fog enemy has no spawn parameters and will just show up in your kitchen now
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pls invent unethical cyberpunk cloning so i can murderfuck your clone in front of you as foreplay
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"I let the intrusive thoughts win 🥺" no samantha you just dyed your hair
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