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*I know it’s been a while, my laptop crashed and I’ve got many work to do. In short, this is just an uberquick drawing 8(*

It’s still there. The stains of red lipstick you smeared with such intention before burrying your face in my chest. Or was it blood, I couldn’t quite remember but being the masochist I am, I would still relish and secretly wish those lips that brushed my skin were still dancing upon me. Severely .
It’s sort of like going on a long, hateful vacation but we will be home. Won’t we?

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“Do you ever feel lonely?”
“Everyone does.”
“I mean, you seem—”
“…We all know that internet is the best place to cheat.”

/ I am not merry, but I do beguile. The thing I am by seeming otherwise // Desdemona spoke the most delicious truth we might live through. Some famously assertive people may possibly be the most reliant, anxious beings we could ever imagine. And some others may just be Othellos —leaping to conclusions without adequate evidence. Both are neither right nor wrong.

I can’t tell I’m happy with people saying ” You’re exactly the same in real life as you have always potrayed online. ” …I realize I’ve become dissimulative & reticent, I only get slushy & warm to the person I love the most. At some point, I miss that lovey-dovey feeling, the urge to dance at the museum while Balamb Garden – Ami is being played, baking weird cookies, watching movies as one ends up kissing my lips…

Oo romance, be my guest.

**now insert protagonistic whimper minus thick mascara here**

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I’m in love with the tendency of hurting my fingers by writing your name on dilapidated bricks. Such a beauty springs from some letters, I ain’t sure how. I know you’ll eventually be forgotten, because I’m just a human–a snob and got easily pleased by it. But I’d love to spend some days turning into fragments; I’m ready to hurt the wall, carve your name and let the painful joy spurt.

Yes, I fancy you mad, but the Mad knows nothing. Even the glint of your eyes remains a myth I’d like to believe because your presence still feels as real as a bite of reality, yet a true-life wonder I couldn’t ever greet. But I’m in love. Or simply being high. So be it.
I’ll enjoy myself before my fear floods back.
I’d trade my sad sanity for a crack.

This seems like an endless repertoire of shlocky words and foul ardor but I want some more. The drug is enough to get it all going and I just found another brick wall…

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“Life’s full of surprises,” they said. “When you least expect it, your life will surprise you and you never know what you’re gonna get.” ..But you might ever think that _your_ life seems rather like a serial bully who secretly puts the shit out of random things e.g. trash, cockroaches, or self-pity in your bag than a box of chocolate. You always stand ready to defend yourself until eventually you become as hard, ugly, and cruel as the world you have imagined. You’ve started losing your faith, feelings, everything becomes dull. Surprises are no longer surprising, and now you don’t know what to do.

I feel it now.

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