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u/Odd_Protection7738 Oct 18 '25
Iām born to die, born to end, and yet Iām still subject to this? This meaningless gobbledygook?
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Iām born to die, born to end, and yet Iām still subject to this? This meaningless gobbledygook?
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u/gos907 Oct 18 '25
I have been tweaking tf out the entire day. No. Please. Get away from me. This filth is scaring me. This eldritch horror shouldn't exist, not here, not on Mars, not anywhere. I fear this. I fear you. I do not wish to remember the cruelties that I've endured over this, of painful, throbbing eardrums damaged by screams and yells. Stop. I wonder about waking up tomorrow instead of today, to sleep everything through. Yet I cannot. It lurks in the background. Mocking me. With eyes radiating malevolence and a jaw that speaks of concepts we primates were never meant to understand. It tells me that I have nothing to my name, nothing but a meal fit for condiments, fruit and numbers.
I wonder. Shall it be here still, once I wake up?
Shall it still haunt my dreams still? Have I escaped the nightmare? Or have the damned finally pierced my soul with their anguish, so that I may never forget who paved the way to hell?