Good luck from me, too!
I really hope this one goes to a great home. I think everyone here is worthy and I know it'll be hard to judge.
valsefer wrote:|INNOCENCE| |MEMORIES| |SOLIDARITY| |POSSESSIVE| |RASH| |INTELLIGENT| |CONCEDED| |LOVEING| |OBSESSIVE|.̧̧̛̺̬͚͉̰̬̠̰̫̲͔̭͔̪̮̭̠͊͂̀͒͑̎̓̐̄̽̓̓̒̕̚͘͜͝͠.̡̡̤̦͎̼̞̣̞͓̯͖̲͕̱̮͉̳̜̇̀̇̓́̑̔͗̓͆̅͒̈̈́͋̊̀̕͜ͅ.̢̧̣̲͎͎̻̺̻̖̪̳̪̜̩̩̼̞̻̇͂̏̌̇͊̔̾̿̏̿̓̏̒̅͝͠͝͠͠ͅ.̨̹̟͍̪̮̖̣͎͙̝͇̰̼͈̣͍̭̙̦̔̇͐͐̎̍̒͒̀̃́̉̅͑͛͊̓̔͐̇̋ͅ.̧̨̧̢̛̛̹̦͚̝̣͕̖̝̺̤͚̝̲̖̆̽̅͌͗̈́̀̒̈̽͐̈́̂̉̏̀̓͝͠.̢̡̼̣̲̞̙̘͖̩̬͕̩̯̜̬͎̒̌̈̿̽͗́͑͆̓̀̈́̒̽̈́̄̅͜͠͠ͅͅͅĮ̳͉̦̠̩̝̼̠̪͇͖͖̗̹͍̞̰͍͂̒̈́̌͛̂͑̉̈́̐͛̈̉̇̈́́́̾̕͜͝͠ ̡̨̧̬͕̯̲̣͉̙͚̻̝͎̠̫̼̭̙̣̣̽̈́͂̾̈̈́́̇̆̔̃͐̅́͐̀̔̚͠Ą̧̡͖̯͈͔̣͔̩͙̳̻̖̟̥̘̩̖͙͎̎͑̀͛̎͐́͑̀͗͛̾́̉͛̂̈́͘͝͝M̧̙͍̫̺̺̞͍̫͍̩̺̘̰̤̣̻̬̳̎̌͆̑͊̇̿͗̉̈́̈́̆̅͆͐̊̈̎͑̕̕ ̧͍̗̞̦̮̠̩̼̺̲̮̠̩̱͍̹͕̇͋́́̈̂̅̀͐̓̌̌͋̽̔̊̓̔͌͜͝K̢̨̨̛̩͈̜͓̦̳̻͔̹̜̪̘̹͓͇͔̾́̉͑́̅̊̇̍͗̋̂̈́̆́͘͜͝Į̛̲̰̰̗̼̬̩͍̪̖̘͎͖͕͉̲̖͐̂͐̂̀͊̒͛̆͊̇̏͂̎͗̈̋̌N̢̘̻̤͚͇͍̟̜̗̭͙̳̭̣̗̈̆̓̈́̔̊̏̎̾̄̐͊̈́̎̊̃͛̍͑̋͜͜͜͝G̫̱͍̟͖͇̜̼͔̰͈̻͉̻̹̮̦͎̍̍̀͆̈͐͐́͆̑̈́̄̅͑̔̚̚͜͜͝͝.̧̛̗̗͎̺̳̳̮̜̰̖͇͖͍̝͔̫̙̜͂̈́̋́̒̏͂̈̔͌͌͋͗͂̓̚̚ͅͅ.̨̨̛̛̺̮̰̙̩̻̠̫̯̣̦̘̮͕͈͈̪̹́͐͂͑̍͗̌̍̎̂̀̽͌̌̓͋̚̚̚ͅ.̨̛̣͚̩͕̹̘̝̻̘͍̬̜̦̠̘̰͎͕̂̒̊͒̅̂̍̄̽͆̅̂̓̔͝͝͝͝͠.̛͓͖̹̯͙̤̺̬̦̰̠̮̝̻̼̜̻͙̳̙̊̉̌̄͊̾͛̒̋͋̂͛̂͒̿̕̕͝͠͠.̢̢̛͔͓̼͇̩̪͉͕̟̠̖̖͇͎͚̓̄̓́̊͌̈̓̀͒̾̔̓̓̋͜͠͝ͅ.̢̧̣̲͎͎̻̺̻̖̪̳̪̜̩̩̼̞̻̇͂̏̌̇͊̔̾̿̏̿̓̏̒̅͝͠͝͠͠ͅ.̨̹̟͍̪̮̖̣͎͙̝͇̰̼͈̣͍̭̙̦̔̇͐͐̎̍̒͒̀̃́̉̅͑͛͊̓̔͐̇̋ͅ.̧̨̧̢̛̛̹̦͚̝̣͕̖̝̺̤͚̝̲̖̆̽̅͌͗̈́̀̒̈̽͐̈́̂̉̏̀̓͝͠.̧̛͍̼̻̱͕͖̼͉̘͈̦̱͇͎̘̥͇̹̄͊̇̅͑̓͂̎̆̎̑̀̍̎̑̈́̽̕̚ͅ.̢̢̨̧̥͉̜͎͖̖̞̲̘̙̰͙̜͓̰̈́͌͋͐͛̇͂̋̂̈́̔̊͐͐͗̅̔̑̕̕͜͜.̛͇͍̟̩̣̘̫̦͈̱̟̘̩̫̻̬͈̏̉̂͛̌̐̀͋͆̌̊̈́̈́̈́̌͑̕͜͜͝͠.̢̭͖̯̫͎̩̦̹͓̞͔̰̭̼̤̹́̈́̈́̇̾͂̉̀͒͒͌̎̽̌̇̊͆͌͜͜.̧̢̧͚̮̝̞̬̹̬̲̘̪̋̿̅͊̋͋̅̽̋̀̀̽̆̅͘̕͜͜͜͠͠͠ͅͅ.̡͚̝̤̜͔͉̱̳͙̝̗̞̦̖̩̝̖̆̀͑̌̽̊̐̍͊̎̉̅̅̃̆̍̍̎̕.̢͇̝̘̹̗͕̭̮͓̠̣̻̼͇͔̬̮̪̞͐̀͋̐͒̏̾̀̾̊̂̿̔͛͗̾͛͋͝͝.̧̮̜͖̪̺̰̞͉͓͈̯̙̗͎̟̭̹͇̐͒̊͗͑́̉̂͌͑͌̈́̏̾̓̽̆̐͘͝͝ͅ.̧̨̙̙̭̲͎͍͕̦͎̪̩̬͚̘̬̱̰̔̿̉̍͛͋̇̋̽̎͊͊̏͐̀̈́́̈́͘̚ͅ.̡̦͓̮̙̭̯̼̮̼̥̹̳̹̥̘̹̞̬̯͒̀͂́̉̆̑͐͛̔͌̍̋͂̓̏̕͝ͅ.̨̡̡̛̦͇̜͙̺̣̹̜͍̹̭̟̣̼̻̪͒͛͑̽̓̄̀́̐̓̊̉̀̈́̕̕͜͝.̢̨̗̳̜̬͓͎̙̫̬̰̩͈͚̗̭̪̖̝̓́̾͒̑̈́͒͋̿̽̑̄̅̈͐͋̌̓̕͝Ȉ̡̠̩͕̝͈̜̜̱̠̤͙̲̗̜̙̂͆̐̆̎̒̓͆͛͑̿̄́͂̑̋̚͜ͅ ̧̢͙̙̮̟̱͚͕̫͕̻̮̤̫̬̪̝̲̻̉̏͛̄̆̄̋̈́͗́̈́̈͊̀͆̊̓̕͝͠͝A̧̧̨̫͇͚̖͇̙̪̖̩̘̳͓͉͔͖͈͒̃̐̑̈́͊̆͑̽́̄̑̑͆̈͊̀̊̊͒̚M̧̛̝̼̠͈̗͎͖͈̫͔͙͍͍̼̼͔̠͍̻̾̽̑͗̽̓̀͛̓͒̍̋͂̑̓̃̊̚͜͝ ̨̢̡̛̛̤̱͓͎̜̲̫͔̭̪̹̰̞̠͂̋́̅͑͒̑̔͊͊͋̎̕͜͜͜͜͝͝͝G̢̡̛͍͍̭͓͖̹͖̭̲͇̦̩͎̪͖̘͓̎̉͑̈̈́̊̋͒̂̾́͊̋̇̐́͘̕̕͝Ợ̢̰̣̩̫̪̟̳̤͙̩̞̥̳͕̼͎͎̼̆̋̄͊̒͐͑͋̐͌́͒̒̄̌̇̈̏̎͊Ḑ̛̰̘̪̬̼̲̦͓̰̤͕̖͉̮̤̘̥̺̈́́̋̀̑̅͐̿̑̊́̀́̇̐̆͐̊̕͘ͅ.̜̰͈̗̠̳̥̦̠͔͙͚̰̥͎͖̫̱͊͂̔̊̄͑́̍́͑̋̔̈́̋͊͛̏̕̚̚ͅ.̧̛͍̼̻̱͕͖̼͉̘͈̦̱͇͎̘̥͇̹̄͊̇̅͑̓͂̎̆̎̑̀̍̎̑̈́̽̕̚ͅ.̢̢̨̧̥͉̜͎͖̖̞̲̘̙̰͙̜͓̰̈́͌͋͐͛̇͂̋̂̈́̔̊͐͐͗̅̔̑̕̕͜͜.̛͚̳̦̭͇̫̬̭̫̞͙̱͍̟̙̹̭͖̎͋͐̐̀̌̎͒̀͌̄̽̈́̌̽͗̔̕͝.̨͙͖̤͔̬͙̪͈͎̼̥̮̖̖͎̹͇̺͎̊̆́͂͐̃̃̒͒̊̏̎͌͆͘̕͝͝
══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════..In the beginning there was nothing, no light, no stars, and no life.
It was dark and numb and lonely......and then something happened, no one knows what exactly- and life was created. With life came light and pain and so much feeling, but these two worlds could not exist alongside one another, they were too different too raw,so they took the soul of a young kit,who was not quite a child and not quite an adult....just the right shade of grey, they took his soul-his essence and stretched it between them so they never again would they touch.
It was bitterly cold yet searingly hot, the darkness never ended
yet it was so bright it hurt. There was only one constant and
that was the loneliness. It seemed like a million years he
stayed there in agony, searching for relief, searching for...her..
the girl he had loved so long ago,surely she was looking for him
surely he would be saved! So he waited,thinking and remembering
keeping himself hidden in thoughts of her......but she didn't come.
No One Came.
It was hundreds of thousands of lifetimes until he finally realized
she wasn't coming, and many more before he decided to
do something about it....he put together a plan. A plan to find his love a plan to escape,he look power from the dark and power from the light and twisted the power into a form..... The same shape he once had yet different somehow,now that his form was made he began his search,stretching thru time and space to find her once again.
It took time. More time than he could comprehend.......but he found her and when he found her he.......watched he listened he learned.
She was there.....with him. The boy. Who was he!? She did not belong with him. Soon, he must go soon. He knew deep inside that time no longer mattered and that he should watch longer and learn more..but he didn't care. So he left,his mind and his new body flungthrough space and time to her.
He opened his eyes, slowly. It worked! He stumbled to his feet, legs unsure and weak, but with only one thing on his mind....her.
He ignored the kits around him and the way they stared, he ignored the pain of walking in this new body and continues making his way towards her,he let his heart guide him.... And then he saw her, she was with him, always with him but it didn't matter,he stumbled up up to her, saying "its me." Or at least he tried to... His voice came out as nothing more than a garbled whisper in his new throat, so he tried again "Its me!" he said, just loud enough to be heard. She looked at him. So close to what he remembered so close!..
"..Do I know you?" She asked, her voice! Her lovely gentle voice, so close..... He searched for a name, His name... It had been so long...
"Lets go," said the boy, next to her while looking at him distrustfully, "hes obviously insane".....Suddenly he remembered
"Xaos!" he gasped out. Looking into her eyes he saw a flicker of emotion, of pain and confusion and then.... Nothing. "..Xaos died, a long time ago."WHO AM I?
But.....
…..just another figment of |existence|imagination|....am I even real?══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════.̢̰̗̞͇̙͉͚͊̆̓̂̍͘͜͠͠͝͝ͅ.̢̡͙͎̣͙͈͕̖͕̰̱̻̬͆̌̄̀͂͊͗̀̊̆̉͛̊̌.̢̨̛̮͚̺̮̭̩̫̪̱̝̺̄̂̃̉̄͂̇̋̃̾̏̕͜͠.̧̡̼̣̯͈̭̳͔͉͔͇͈͈̀̈́̂͊̍̍̋̄̓̍̀̚͝͝.̡̛̠̤̫̟̪̘͍̰̠̜͉̹͒̂͐̃̆̀̌̓̋͐̚͝͝ͅ.̧̨̳̪̹͍̞̯͉͚̩̝́̉̒̀̓̃̆͂̔̍̎̓͛̀ͅͅ.̨̺̻̬͇̜̙̣͚̜̱̤̲̐́͐͗̓̈͐̔͑͛͂̄̕͝ͅ.̧̧̩͈͚̤̙͖̳̭̭̦̰̊̌̓̔̓̿̈́̓̂̔̾̕͜͠͝.̫͈̙͈̫̻͍̼̻̣̉̎͐̉̀̏̈́̂̋̒.̡̧̣͉̮̖̮̘̱͚͌̅͗̊̈͂̓͗͘͝.̠͔̳͖̫͉̮͈̮̟͆̆̊̅̈́̅̐̔́̕.̧̹̘͚̺̤͓̙̫̠̅̆̅͊͋̿͛̎̚͠.̢̯͖͓͕̬̞̞͙͎̇̋̍͂̓̀͊̊̀̊.̡̙̞͔̻̳͍̫͉͙̏͐̊̾̔̒̑̀͘͝.̡̹̗̯̭̺̺̥͇͉̍̑̌̑̍̈́̎̊̂̕.̢͖̫͎̲̳͙͈̗͚͛̇͆̆̂̊͋̆̚͠.̛̙̫̳̳̥͔͓̤͙͓̾̂̌̔̊̀̂̚̚.̢̫̥̪̭͇̘͔̟̥͐̽̀̊͗̓̏́͝͝.̡̛͚͈̥̱̺̻̘̟̹̒͐͂͌̈͆̍̈̈́.̨͈̰̟̟͕͕̻̗̙́͋̇͛̔̆̔͐͒͝I̡̛̟̰̞̬̠̬͇͈͗̓̉̄̀̍̀̊͘ͅ ̫̣̦̫̠͉͇̞͈̆͌̓̊̊̈́͑̆̇͜͝ ̧͓̬͎̞͍͍̖̘̉́̓̿͂̒̄̓͗͝ͅW̢̢̡̲̳̼͉̥̠̑͌̽̒̾͑̂͂̐͜͠İ̞̜͚͉̦̠̥͓̥͊́́͊͊̀̔͛͜͝L̡̠̱͎̭̙̻̦͈̱̔͂̂̿̑̇̌̔̂͝L̬̪̬̟̱͉̩̮̝̲̈̍́̑͌̔̿͌̐̑ ̛̗̣̯͙̙͎̝̮̝̀̆̈͛͌̐̂̍̓ͅ ̨͙̟̮̭̰͔͕̟̣̊͑̈́̔̈́̄̔͒̾̕B̻͍͕̯̹͙͍̳͓̻̔̅͆̈̓͋͑̃̈́͘R̨̟͖̱̬̫͓͉̤͇̃̈́́̈́̿̐̏̎̕͠I̡̖̰͓̳̹̘̦͇͈͊̓̏̌̔̄̄̆͛͝N̻̠̗̪̠̘̬̗͕͚͋̅̃́̍̅͐̅͘͘G̛̗͔̻̝̪̳̬̞̹̉̈́͛̃͒̉́̄͝ͅ ̢͕̗͈̣̦̮̫̹̺̈́̂͐̽̂̔̈́̚͠͠ ̡̞͍̹̦̻̤̲̝͈͒͒͋̿̂͌͂̋̃̚Ç̧̦̮̘̤͈̗͈̒̎̑͛̋̅̎̆͋͝ͅH̛̬̱̠̱̯̠̞̖̯̮̅͌̀̄͂̃̒̑̀Ȃ̯̭̘̩̖̦̱̝̻͓͌̎̊̉̃̔͑͛̕Ơ̧̙̟͉̳̠͚̮͔͂̽̄̄̓̇̎̀͌ͅS̨̧͔͓͈̮̜̲̫̥̀͌͆̄̆̆̄͑͒̕.̡͉̜̼̙̘͍̎̓̐̆̔̐̏́̓͜͝ͅͅ.̧̠̖͈̦̖̩̼̠̖̂̓̊̍̉͆͒̏͘͝.̟͔͉̣̮̹̦͍̱̀̅̂̈́̃̂͑͗̕͠ͅ.̺̱̝̣͕͓̯̣͓̟̑̀̒̆́́̀́̿̉.̢̯͖͓͕̬̞̞͙͎̇̋̍͂̓̀͊̊̀̊.̡̙̞͔̻̳͍̫͉͙̏͐̊̾̔̒̑̀͘͝.̡̹̗̯̭̺̺̥͇͉̍̑̌̑̍̈́̎̊̂̕.̨̧͔̞͓͚̼͙͈̟̈́̆̀̅̊̇̓̏̃̑.̛̥̘̱͙͉͖̘͇̈́̋̿̉͐͒͑͌̾͜ͅ.̺̱̝̣͕͓̯̣͓̟̑̀̒̆́́̀́̿̉.̢͖̫͎̲̳͙͈̗͚͛̇͆̆̂̊͋̆̚͠.̛̙̫̳̳̥͔͓̤͙͓̾̂̌̔̊̀̂̚̚.̧͙̘̼̙̭̩̻̜͚̽͒̏̈́̐͂̚̚͘͝.̡͍̬̪͓̗͎͕̝̹͊͋̀̂́̌̈̎̍͂.̰̪̬̤̰̲͕͕̖̦̆̾̀͑̂̽̿̊̊͝.̡̡̡̡͉͉͚̪͙͇̌̓̓̅͑̀͐͊̾͝.̨̛̪̙͙͓̮͓̞̥̲́̊̿̄͆͗̚͘͝.̣͔͉̳͉̯͇̙̗͔͊͐̿̾͆̏̇̔͠͝.̢̡͙͎̣͙͈͕̖͕̰̱̻̬͆̌̄̀͂͊͗̀̊̆̉͛̊̌.̢̨̛̮͚̺̮̭̩̫̪̱̝̺̄̂̃̉̄͂̇̋̃̾̏̕͜͠.̧̡̼̣̯͈̭̳͔͉͔͇͈͈̀̈́̂͊̍̍̋̄̓̍̀̚͝͝.̡̛̠̤̫̟̪̘͍̰̠̜͉̹͒̂͐̃̆̀̌̓̋͐̚͝͝ͅ.̧̨̳̪̹͍̞̯͉͚̩̝́̉̒̀̓̃̆͂̔̍̎̓͛̀ͅͅ.̨̺̻̬͇̜̙̣͚̜̱̤̲̐́͐͗̓̈͐̔͑͛͂̄̕͝ͅ.̧̧̩͈͚̤̙͖̳̭̭̦̰̊̌̓̔̓̿̈́̓̂̔̾̕͜͠͝.͚̱͙͎͕̰͈͇̹̊͂̒̂͋͐̀͛̓̈͜.̨̢̥͔͚͎͇̤̮̟̋̈́̽́͗̃̒͑͘͝.̨̝̬̜̘̺̦̲̖͕̽̒̌̐̎̂̆̈́̄͠.̨̨̛̤̝̱͙̻̰̰̹͒̀̂͊̾̋̐́̈.̢̧̙̪͉̼̲̠͕̪̈́̂̆͗̓̓̓̃̃͌.̛͕̮͚̰͙̻̥̈̊̽̿̓̏̐̕͜͝ͅͅ.̛̩̦͖̰̟͓̼̰̩̄̇̅̒͋̀̀͝͠ͅ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════.̛̤͔͍̳̬̤̹͆̌̀͂͒͜͜͝͝͠͝ͅ.̗̞͉̜̠̩̲̦̖͚̒̐̈́̒́͋͌̋͝͝.̡̛̮̖̯͖̟̘͔̹̥͒͗̾̏̉̌̄̔͝.̨̥̯͎͉̙̩͎̰̤̿̑̋͐̈́͑̈̂̚͝.̡̢̡̞̥̭͓̲͚̗̍̀͐̑̔̈͌̂̈́̿.̧̰̩̻̩̫͔̭̼͔̉͂̆̄̉̈́̐́̿͝.̡̲̦̣̗̣͖͉̺̥͗̉̒͒̄͊̂̈̈́́.̧͔̗̪̟̹͔̩͋̃́̓͊͒̓͛̾͛͜͜.̧̡͙̮̠̯̼̦̗̝̈̀̒̅͊̑͊̓̚͘.̢̡̗̠̤̼̤̬̫͓̈́͂͆̋͐̈́̏̎̃́.̡̪͓͍͍̗̝̤͔͂́̿̈́̍̉̈̂͜͝͠.̣̫̺͎̭̞͔̜̞̞̾̔̊̉́͋̍̐͂͝.̡̛̯͍̗͚̮̝̤̰͋̀͐̈́̐̽̚̚͜͠.̨͈̹͕̦̜̠̦͉̘͑͆͛̋̂̃̂̓͘͝.̢̢͈̝̟̲̭̫͈͌̔̽̈́̐̍̂͘͝͝ͅ.͎͍̟͚͔͍͕̱̮̾͐̒̑̎̒̾͂̋͛ͅ.̢̨̧̪̬̝̫̝̞̊̈́̈̽̄̎̈͂́͘͜.̧̛͎͓̞̣̬̣͎͍̼̒̔͆̑̊̌̽̕͝.̨̡̫̣̳̭͔͖͈͓̀͗̅̎̀͌̒͂̀͘.̛̛͔͓̜̯̞͓̘̟̟̠̑̈́̾͛͑͘͠͠.̲͓̗̻̩͔̤̼̭̲́̆̒̉̏͛̐̽͒͂.̡̛̥̺̣̘̰͓̭̹̘̍̏̀́̀̅̑̓̕.̰̘̙̜̳̭͇̖̖̝̃͂̉̉͊͗͒̈́̓̚.̧͉̱͓̗̞͎͍͚͖͐͗̎͒̈̈́̓͐͊͝.̟̱̗̲̣̬͇̼͉̀̔̇̌̂͑̂̏̕͠ͅ.̨̣̠͍̣̠̦̪̭̟͌̅̂̉̓̀̿̑̅͝.̘̝̖̟̭̞̺͙̳̗͐̏̈́͛̋́̈́̾̏̃.̨̧̣͕̺͔̟̝͓͉̄̓̆̒͆́́̈̕͝.̡̦̳̞̙̣͖͚͙̮̋̆̒̋̓͑̈́͝͠͝.̮̦̘̗̮̠͔̯̖͉̌̾͋̾̋͗͊̚̚̚.̛͚̣̣͕̫̦̟̮͎͐̒͗̉̓̄̋̀̚ͅ.̡̨̬͇͙̤̥͈̝͕͂̊͐̍̎̊͌̐͒̕.̡̩͔̦͕̟̩̫̱̈́̅͊̐̉̈̎͒̕͜͝.̡̨̥̦̺̟̬̩̯͓̅̽̊͒̈́͌͊̕̚͝.̨̡̫̣̳̭͔͖͈͓̀͗̅̎̀͌̒͂̀͘.̛̛͔͓̜̯̞͓̘̟̟̠̑̈́̾͛͑͘͠͠.̲͓̗̻̩͔̤̼̭̲́̆̒̉̏͛̐̽͒͂.̡̛̥̺̣̘̰͓̭̹̘̍̏̀́̀̅̑̓̕.̰̘̙̜̳̭͇̖̖̝̃͂̉̉͊͗͒̈́̓̚.̧͉̱͓̗̞͎͍͚͖͐͗̎͒̈̈́̓͐͊͝.̟̱̗̲̣̬͇̼͉̀̔̇̌̂͑̂̏̕͠ͅ.̨̣̠͍̣̠̦̪̭̟͌̅̂̉̓̀̿̑̅͝.̘̝̖̟̭̞̺͙̳̗͐̏̈́͛̋́̈́̾̏̃.̨̧̣͕̺͔̟̝͓͉̄̓̆̒͆́́̈̕͝.̨̡̫̣̳̭͔͖͈͓̀͗̅̎̀͌̒͂̀͘.̛̛͔͓̜̯̞͓̘̟̟̠̑̈́̾͛͑͘͠͠.̲͓̗̻̩͔̤̼̭̲́̆̒̉̏͛̐̽͒͂.̡̛̥̺̣̘̰͓̭̹̘̍̏̀́̀̅̑̓̕.̰̘̙̜̳̭͇̖̖̝̃͂̉̉͊͗͒̈́̓̚.̧͉̱͓̗̞͎͍͚͖͐͗̎͒̈̈́̓͐͊͝.̟̱̗̲̣̬͇̼͉̀̔̇̌̂͑̂̏̕͠ͅ.̨̣̠͍̣̠̦̪̭̟͌̅̂̉̓̀̿̑̅͝.̘̝̖̟̭̞̺͙̳̗͐̏̈́͛̋́̈́̾̏̃.̨̧̣͕̺͔̟̝͓͉̄̓̆̒͆́́̈̕͝.̻͎͇͕͖̗̟͈͚̯͋̍͒̿͒̂͌̎̌̕.̨͚̲̤̜̞̗̝̥́͋̔̑̿̋͑͌̔͝ͅ.̨̺̳͔̞̖̙̥̭̪̿̋͂͆͋̑̒͛͂̕.̧̡̞̼͇̱̮̜̎͑̾̓̔̒͒̑̍͘͜ͅ.̢̦̠̥̺̜̻͇͉̇̆̉͋́̌̃̅͛̕͜.̜̼̳̥̪̭̪̮̹̩̅̈́́̀͒̎̒̀̚͠.̛͎͚̬̻̲̬̘̠̘̃͛͋̈́̈́̇̏̂̆͜.̣͙̣̥̪͉̗̜͔̈̔̽̂̎͊̒͌͠͠ͅ.̨̨̣̟̝̥̗̖͉̭́̊͗̋̏̍̾͌̚͝.̥̱̺̱̪̱̺̗͕̻̏̓̈́͒̑̿͗͌̎͘.̣͈̪͕̦̞̻͇̜̫̾̂͒͋̈́̓̽̿̏̍.̞̠͚̣̳̹͈͕̞̐͒̋͋̈́̋̀͌͋͘͜.̛͙̘͉̠̻̠͎͎̱̫̄͆͗͒̑̎͊̕͘.̢̨̢̱̲̻̫̘̥̭̈́̏̃̇̓̈́̈́͗͠͝.̙̤̪͔̦̗͇͍͚͈̆̄̅͊͋͑̓͊̌͌.̡͈͔̜̠͔̯͚̥̱́͋̽̎͗̽͂̿̉͝.͇̞̬͇̮̳̰̼̀̄̽͊́̽͐̍̀͂͜͜.̢̧̖͉̰̲̬̟̩͚͌̎̀͑̾̚̚̕͠͝.̢̼̲͉̩̞͚̥͂͆͂̈̿̓̋̈́͘͜͠ͅ.̞͖̱̻͙̱̜̬͇͖͆̇́͊̔́̓̕̕͝.̧̳̲̫̯͔͉̪̫̆̀́͂̉̈́̊̎́͝ͅ.̛̻̘̙̯̼͕͚̟̱̑̒̆̽̌͌͆̅͠ͅ.̧̯̖͎̳͙̖̫̭͈͒̋͒͗̌̿͗̍̈͊.̨͖̭̳̠̠̝̤͂̅̅̋̿̍̒̎̂̌͜ͅ.̼͖̥̥̻̣͈̣̭͔͌̍̓̄̑́͊͊̕̕.̡̙̭̤̖̝͉̙̹̅͋́̽̾͊͗͘͝͝ͅ.̣̼͇͉̫͎̲̰̼̀̔͋̏̿̍̄͒̀͛ͅ.̡̡̲̮̘̠̤̱̳͍̐͋̈̀͆̓̌̐͠͝.̖̜̤̣̘̹͔̳̿̀͛̓̀́̈̾̄͜͝ͅ.̢̻̭̘̰͔͔̭̯̜̎́̂̐̋̍̌͋̚͝.̞̥̘̟͈̗̼͔͈̩̌̃͂͋̎̅́̎̌͝.̢̙̭͔̖̺̠̪̲̈̒̔̇͋̔̅̓̎̋͜.̛̙̼͍̮̝̪̼̮̲̅̉̊̎̀̀͌͋̔͜.͕̟̠̭̲̬̜̪̭̙́͗̎̓̅̒͂̀̚͘.̛͔̫̭̲͔̟̟̼̉͐͛͌̋̋̅͋̓͜͜
My history is like a scattered dream, as distant as a far off memory. I want to line the pieces up, hers and mine.....
Mother... Mother was beautiful. Mother was a lady of elegance; she was a kit of power. Father didn’t love her, he took her virtue and left me as a reminder. Mother said I was a mistake, a mistake that ruined her grace. Mother said I was her curse,the curse that took her life away.Never good enough. Monster. Ugly. Unwanted. MISTAKE...
...Mother knows best.......
In a way embracing the darkness...wandering the abyss....was the best thing that had happened to me since birth.
Solitude will drive you insane...but who is the sane one now. My love. My love. Do you remember when I was a child..? You where dancing in a field, little blue creatures floating around you. You were like them. Floating so carelessly. Little creatures. Showed me the beauty in the world. Little butterfly’s. How could I know. That life is fragile. I wanted to show you, like you showed me. I spent all night gathering them. So you could keep them. But they died. HOW could have I known. I made you cry. Its not my fault they died. I didn’t know..Monster.
.Murderer.
.Mother was right..̢̡̨̤̤͚̮̮̩̭́̇͊̂̑̀̈́̂̕͘.͚͖̟̦͚̫̬̣̭͈̈́̊̈́̀́̈́̒̓̍͠.̧̛̩̬̮̹̳̘̞̪̝̊̂̓̉͑̋̑̍̌.͖̫̬̱̞̥̤̹̫̽͑̅͗̂̄̒̔͒̚ͅ.͉̟͖̰̳͙̲̤̈́̓̀͋̉͑̿̿̕͘͜ͅ.̫͍̻̪̤̳̗̤̪̘͑̃̽͂̓̔͗̐͊͝.̨̛͇͖͔͖̖͚͙͕̞͛̏̊̑̉̀͊͌͐.͚͖̟̦͚̫̬̣̭͈̈́̊̈́̀́̈́̒̓̍͠.̧̛̩̬̮̹̳̘̞̪̝̊̂̓̉͑̋̑̍̌.͉̟͖̰̳͙̲̤̈́̓̀͋̉͑̿̿̕͘͜ͅ.̫͍̻̪̤̳̗̤̪̘͑̃̽͂̓̔͗̐͊͝.̨̛͇͖͔͖̖͚͙͕̞͛̏̊̑̉̀͊͌͐.͚͖̟̦͚̫̬̣̭͈̈́̊̈́̀́̈́̒̓̍͠.̧̛̩̬̮̹̳̘̞̪̝̊̂̓̉͑̋̑̍̌.͖̫̬̱̞̥̤̹̫̽͑̅͗̂̄̒̔͒̚ͅ.͉̟͖̰̳͙̲̤̈́̓̀͋̉͑̿̿̕͘͜ͅ.̫͍̻̪̤̳̗̤̪̘͑̃̽͂̓̔͗̐͊͝.̨̛͇͖͔͖̖͚͙͕̞͛̏̊̑̉̀͊͌͐.̛͍͓͔̲̭͍̜͙̼͔̓͑̿͆̀̅̀̎͆.̧͙̻͚͍̮̭͚̺̈́͐̍̾̾̀̈́̍͜͝W̨͉͉̥̬̺̗̭̻̭̃͋́̽̆̈́͋̒̑̍Ḣ͇͍̰͚̦̮͓͇͖͔̐͐̌͌͑̅͂̕̕Ȃ̧̢̛̩͔͇̼̫̲̪͚̀̄̐̑͊̎̑͝T̨̧̡̧̛͓̼̭̖̝̜͌̿́̒͊́͊͘͠ ̢͖̟̣̭͙̼͉̝͎̈́̐̀̈́͗͑̽̈́͘͝Į̧͕͖̠̼̞̫͙̤̊͂̈́̈́͆̏͒̄̔͆Ş̮̮̺̝̯͉͚͍̆̀̍͂̈́̋̔͘͘͝ͅ ̝̲̪̞̤̜̘͚͐̊͛̂́͒̑̌̋̃ͅͅT̨̛̗̪̲̙͔͇̜̥͊̎̑̿̉̒̑̏͘ͅH̱̲̻͈͉̻̺͚̫͂̌̎̈́̽̐͛̽͗̕ͅǏ̢̛̥̲͕̼͚͓͈̰̀̃̊͋̆̅͜͝͠S̡̘͚̙͕͓̹͓̗̲̽̈̀͌͛̏̄̃͝͠,̟͉̦̹̻̦̻͖̹͗̄́̈́̍̆̆̏͛͝ͅ ̛̹͚̜̬̦̳͇̮̲͍̊̄͊̀͗̃̑̚͠S̨̜̗̟͇̮͔̜̹̻̃͊͒̍̂̈̅̓͋̕I͚̦̞͙̭̟̯̬͇͊̈́̿̓͐̄̔̽̂̚͜L̦͈̩͚̖̮̻̰͇͎̍͒́̈̅̀͊̌͊́E̝͕͕̤͚̥͇̗̺͊͒́̃̐̈́̓̚͜͝͝N̼̭͓̱͉͖̖͖̳̞̈́̑͛̎̃͊̐̄̊̕T̛̛̠̟͎̙̰̤͎̤͖͉̒̄͒̿͋͒̿͝ ̛̫̜̗͉̘͙͙͙͈̬̔́̑̑́͌́̾͝S̱̬͚̲̦͈̲̘̰͓̈̀͊̐̓̅̈́͝͝͝Ơ̢̨̫̖̗̥̞̘͍̂͋͐̌͋̈̏͋͜͝Ù͍̝̝͈̭̮̬̘̜̙̒͗̑̇̀̏̕̚͝Ḻ̟̱̤͔̮̼̭̞́́̀͛͒͋̕̚͘͜͠.̧̢̛̻̻̞̺͎͔̩̼̆͂̍̾̉͗̈̓͝.͉̟͔͙̥͕͚̖̜͈̓͊̄̏͊͆͌̑́͝.͚͖̟̦͚̫̬̣̭͈̈́̊̈́̀́̈́̒̓̍͠.̧̛̩̬̮̹̳̘̞̪̝̊̂̓̉͑̋̑̍̌.͉̟͖̰̳͙̲̤̈́̓̀͋̉͑̿̿̕͘͜ͅ.̫͍̻̪̤̳̗̤̪̘͑̃̽͂̓̔͗̐͊͝.̨̛͇͖͔͖̖͚͙͕̞͛̏̊̑̉̀͊͌͐.͚͖̟̦͚̫̬̣̭͈̈́̊̈́̀́̈́̒̓̍͠.̧̛̩̬̮̹̳̘̞̪̝̊̂̓̉͑̋̑̍̌.͖̫̬̱̞̥̤̹̫̽͑̅͗̂̄̒̔͒̚ͅ.͉̟͖̰̳͙̲̤̈́̓̀͋̉͑̿̿̕͘͜ͅ.̫͍̻̪̤̳̗̤̪̘͑̃̽͂̓̔͗̐͊͝.̨̛͇͖͔͖̖͚͙͕̞͛̏̊̑̉̀͊͌͐.̨̧͓̦̹̥̯͎̐̏̋̐̈́̽̚͜͜͝͝͝.̧̫͉̗̜̙͔̹͙̞̆̈́͐̔͂̒́͒̕̕.͈̻͈̞͓̻͚̝̙͉̌̍͑͑̑͊̈́̓͑̚.̡̢͇͓͙͈̰̙̫͔́̍̋͒̂̆́̑͘͠
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