My turn to make my very own thread.
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Thread Topic: My turn to make my very own thread.
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*has to go to sleep*
Goodnight, Sissi~ -
Too bad. :3 I love him.
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Night night.
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What?
What did you expect to come from you suffocating me?
I don't want to hear your reason anymore,
so just let me run away,
and let me keep the knife.
Temper temper,
you scold me so much.
I don't care anymore.
Control my temper?
Why ever would I do that?
The point of holding the knife would vanish..
The point of seeing the blood would be gone.
Control yourself, control yourself.
I promise I'm in control.
Every cutting motion is quite intentional, my dear.
If you try to stop me one more time,
I'll have to lash out at you, too.
I wonder how deep your lovely skin goes, hm?
Can we see how far down your beauty reaches
until you're nothing but bones and bloody ligaments,
and the thing you are underneath the charade is exposed to be the same as us?
Can you scream so I know I'm cutting enough?
No, it doesn't matter.
I'll cut you deeper still.
Temper temper,
your tongue once clicked.
Isn't that your tongue on the floor over there?
The bloody, mutilated mess of flesh I carved free from your ugly mouth?
Temper temper,
you try to scold,
but no sound comes from your hushed lips.
Though I can hear the blood bubbling in your throat.
Silly child,
you thought I reformed?
Why would I do that
when this temper is such fun?
How foolish do you think I am
to hold out that hand like I might see
a younger I being led by it?
As if I might remember those fake memories of joy
and forget my mean tantrum?
No no,
my dear.
Nothing is so simple.
Temper temper,
I agree.
A temper that has ended you.
Let's see how far this can go, shall we?
Scold me with your eyes as they go blank,
and I'll still laugh as you hit the ground.
The walls accuse me with your blood,
the floor points invisible fingers,
but I do not mind.
Clean the blood from my skin with a gentle lick,
and pull myself from my dazed mind.
Let's keep on, until every scolding repressant
writhes on the floor and dies.
Now tell me dear, what you still see.
Eyes so blank,
and so furious now.
Yes, I dared.
But no need to look so hateful...
Temper temper, my dear.. -
Sunneh I'm becoming a feminist. ._.
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A feminist? What for?
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Nothing but my history homework has answers that sound really feminist. xD
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xD Lovely. Very lovely. Let me hear some.
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Yeah, whatever. You say whatever you want. It only brings you lower.
Anyway, Sissi, if you're still here, Mari must go deal with dinner. Bye~ -
e.e At some point, it ceases to be playing with fire, and starts edging into building your homes from it. You'd do well to keep that in mind. -.-
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*lays on auntie* whut? OwO
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I really do need to stop that.. It's unhealthy. I know it is. I'm just that fucked up. e.e And I'll still be doing it when I'm 70, I'll bet.
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o.e
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Hm?
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Nevermind.
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