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You know when you keep having to rewrite something and the plot completely changes because eyou’re trying to do too much with the story and need to narrow it down? Yeah. I finished it, by butchering it.
But hey, in the end I got to get the brain rot out. Finally. Fucking hellllllllll.
It has begun >:3c
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[IMAGE ID: a screenshot of two paragraphs in a google document rough draft. Paragraph one reads: “His father’s grave is centuries old. Unmarked and secluded in decay. Overgrown and forgotten. Yoru is twenty-seven, and the memories of the man buried six feet under are still a gaping, fresh, wound.” Paragraph two reads: “He hates it. How clearly he can see those eyes, hear that voice, feel the remnants of calloused fingers running over his skin. The sensations fester in a place just below the layers of his body. An unreachable poison burning through every place this man had ever touched and crawling down his throat. That no matter how much he glares down at the earth and grass sputtering for life under his shoes, hiding bones long past decrepit, none of it has gone away. His father died hundreds of years ago, but Yoru can still feel him. Like he’s not twenty-seven years old and brimming with the power to tear open reality at his fingertips. Like he’s still four years old, still Saitō Fumiyo choking under skin and an iron hold in his hair.” END ID]
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hiii [taps mic] is this thing on :3c
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