A parasite, indeed, and off of every tiny thing, fear will always feed. Fear will fester, like a sore, eventually scab over. But it's an itch you can't resist, and your fear, you'll scratch. It will flow, your fear, flow and grow and flow. It will coil itself around your mind, a constricting snake, it will burrow into your brain, feed on every mistake, last resort, dying dream, anything that the sick, vile thing can wrap it's slick, slimy jaws around.
Fear, little ones, is irrational indeed, but fear, dear ones, will never, ever leave.
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Okay, I am incredibly happy with how this turned out <3 My sad attempt a furry texture failed, but I like the texture it gave my coat anyways.
Okay, that is my other form, don't steal it...it'd be kind of like shooting and skinning me. And that, kiddies, is murder, so don't do it
Opinions, anyone?
Fear, little ones, is irrational indeed, but fear, dear ones, will never, ever leave.
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Okay, I am incredibly happy with how this turned out <3 My sad attempt a furry texture failed, but I like the texture it gave my coat anyways.
Okay, that is my other form, don't steal it...it'd be kind of like shooting and skinning me. And that, kiddies, is murder, so don't do it
Opinions, anyone?
