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*Lifts a hand in quasi-acknowledgement*
A toy. He's not him.
You’re right. He’s something else. Something else that matters, and for an entirely different reason at that.
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*Lifts a hand in quasi-acknowledgement*
A toy. He's not him.
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*Shrugs*
Meh. I kill him a lot.
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*Shakes my head with incredulity*
No, he's... bleh. Not who I want to spite.
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Once I can make him hate me, then I can die in peace. That's all I want.
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Spite bores me. But it's all I have.
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*Leans back and puts my hands behind my head*
No, won't help. Not like you think. I've just felt one thing for a long time.
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*Rolls my eyes*
You all know. My best days had weight on me. Maybe once the last bit of good dies, that pain will be all that's left. I hope so.
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I want to earn each bit of it. Kill all good in me. Make it who I am, in and out.
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*Scoffs*
Sure I did. That's the whole point.
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I wish there was pain. Pain would be great. Guilt, sad, any of those. I don't care.