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- [loveTHATwolf]
- [Apocrypha Dezovhel Cherevin]
- [Female]
- [Below]
- Lost. Left to covet for the sanity long gone, damned to the darkest depths of yourself. Some say that people are much more than you think they are, but I am much less. A destiny that is unforeseen can also not be fulfilled, not by whom is supposed to grace it. There is only one debate in the end, to fight or flee. Run, run as fast as you can. Only may you stop once your heart is about to burst, your lungs ready to implode, bones slowly collapsing. Even then you are not far enough... here I am once more... help me.
Can you hear me...? Am I all alone...? Perhaps you are happy to know I am unhappy alone. Yet another test of mortality, playing with emotions like they are toys. What a mad world. It is far too late. Never shall you find me again. She doesn't know what it's like
[ "Will you be here when I wake up? Even with no make-up?" ]
An odd spirit, an interesting creature hidden behind one shell after the next. Stuck within herself, lost to the madness that lurks within us all. No no, not insane, not quite. Merely confused. She knows not of what it feels like to be overwhelmed by joy, not what it is like to give off a smile. The sound of laughter is but a myth. In contrast she is no vessel of anger or spite either. It's like finding a void, but it has desires. All of these hidden emotions are something that she desires to feel. Born to a solitary place, no company but the voices that are crying out in your mind. But no one can be hidden away forever. Just recently she made it out of this eternal realm of nothingness. It's overwhelming. These people, they yell, they cry, they kiss, they play, so many odd things that she had never seen before.
She has no definition, no words that can be placed to describe her. She just is. But while she may not understand, she wants it. All of it. The good, the bad. These engraved needs drive her to always be in search of company. Negative company, positive company, it doesn't matter who it is. She was built to be adaptive. To fit whatever scenario needed, able to be near anyone and anything yet fit in perfectly. A failed project. Still just as flexible with a desire to fulfill her set purpose, but no knowledge of how to deal with the normal tests of a normal persons life.
A project that was discarded. A lass who wants nothing more but to simply learn how to live. This... is Apocrypha.
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