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misery business is a closet lesbian anthem about fucking some faceless placeholder boy so hard that you can still feel the last girl's pussy on him, because you're obsessed with her, in this essay i-

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out of respect for yourself there’s some things you just can’t go back to. move on.

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Alice, Captured

sneak down the corridor as they're creeping in.

tell me tell tale heart oh where the keys hidden?

hide away in the closet so they cant see,

as I continue my search in secrecy.

they're gone, down the hall.

listen to the clock as the walls begin to fall.

they're hunting, they smell,

my fear across from here,

searching and scanning

every room to follow

me.

they've caught me

-Aurora Margaret(2024)

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home revoked

I always thought I'd die here.

Never fathomed that my home would be ripped away without consent.

I've suppressed every memory from this place,

But now that I'm here, now that it's entirely empty,

They're all flooding back.

I'm glad i get to say goodbye at the very least.

Goodbye to the walls that kept me safe from the eyes peering in outside the window.

Goodbye to my closet that could've made my ex-lover a widow.

Goodbye to the room itself,

Painted over countless times,

In attempt to dull the memories of all the walls have seen.

It's time to forget dear sanctuary.

Time to find peace and tranqility,

In anyone other than me.

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Freewrite/Storyboard

yk whats such a good troupe.

Friends, to enemies, to lovers.

its got the perfect amount of angst, and fluffy romance, and pure innocent fun.

But, I raise a challenge.

Flip the last two, and make it reverse Romeo and Juliet.

They both just want to

FUCKING

END

EACH OTHER.

Lets say they’re from rival covens even.

YES WITCHES AND WARLOCKS PERFECT!!!

Oh but hes the anti christ. so it will never work,

However, she comes from a long line of sorcery and mage work. (magic system title tbd)

hypothetically understanding all implications they may hate eachother because of, history.

family lineage. shes born from a descendent if lilith.

(lucifer and lilith back story in a bit)

what if she tried to save their long time friend ship by putting a personality shield on him to save him from his father? and cause she was in love with him…?

he has feelings for her too. she was the only one who never hated him.

for anything.

now the spell has broken

he ruined EVERYTHING.

she,

has to kill him

WAIT WAIT WAIT BEFORE IM DONE GOD IS DEAD

apocalypse horror romance

-Aurora Margaret 2024

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Kill me before you go

I'd like to cut the string with no repercussions.

As if to stop feeling for just five minutes.

But alas, I cannot free myself from the mortal plane of inconsistency and despair,

for when I try, all I hear are the screams of terror,

from those who fear me,

and share the vessel I'm bound to.

"You've forgotten what it's like to be truly happy."

A depressing claim in itself, but doused in truth none the less.

I've come to terms with the fact,

that I am indeed on everyone else's time but my own.

My clock ticks faster, running with haste as

our, not just mine, time comes to fruition.

I'm tired,

I'm ready to go,

but the knives are dull,

the ammo is gone,

and the pills suffice no more.

i hope one day i finally make my escape all that's left of me will be forgotten be sides my word.

I've waited a personal eternity to feel less alone,

when in reality, the issue is I'm never alone.

Id love to have a family to call my own one day,

someone to hold and hang onto, someone to hold,

someone to call mine and mine alone.

This being said, no one stays.

not even those who are trapped along side me.

whether due to the weather or the changing of tides,

no one is destined to stay by my side.

When you sense this plea, kill me first, and strip me clean of my fleeting dignity.

-Aurora Margaret (2024)

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Clocks

Stop the clock,

the time, its tock,

is slowly drawing me close to being

the only thing worth taking

me away from a life of certainty.

Oh, why wont you stop the clicking.

A critical think,

or are you a tinker,

with the hands you use

to tear apart

the very hands that feed you.

Born of a a minimalist,

inner message,

I am not born to be fantastic

from what i am

the scene breaks away incompletely.

A mass of people

down the dock

a ship pulls in

holding chambers

torture chambers lock

the clock ticks till Nonsensical thinking stops.

-Aurora Margaret(2024)