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xxxx 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈 𝕯𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙 xxxx
xxxx x𝖆𝖈x𝖚𝖊𝖘 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈 𝕯𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙 xxxx
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒
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but when i look through the glass in a different way,
i see that man is me
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𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 '𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗂'𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇' ; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝖾v𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾
𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 '𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗂'𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇' ; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝖾v𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾
𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 '𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗂'𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇' ; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝖾v𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾
- Gloomy, cold despair; It was quite evident in the lurking darkness of the morning. In a place like Citricos you rarely found someone smiling out of actual happiness. Unless of course that happiness came from the pain of another, yes, that was something slightly more common. Yet, the early morning was not a time for such devilish emotions, it was a time for sleeping. A time for peace. A time to relish in the fact that for a few hours, you were actually normal. Or allowed to be at least. Jacques never got to know that feeling and he probably never would.
Another sleepless night had passed as the young man laid on top of his sheets, eyes shut tight. The man had been wide awake for hours simply reminiscing on the past while he awaited the sun to rise. It was a funny thing what a sleeping disorder could do to soul after so many long years. ”When the moon says goodbye and the sun says hello, on the three hundredth and sixty sixth day of the year, I will sleep. My pattern will reset and I will sleep.” Jacques exhaled the breath he had been holding and opened one eye. The sun was on the brink of making it’s big appearance and his roommate was waking up. Tai, the young Tai. Jacques was older than the boy by six years and yet he found it so easy to get along with him. One thing was certain and that was the simple fact that his roomie was quite useful. After all he was activated director, and the right hand of Sooh. The lovely Sooh. “Hey girl, lemme talk to you~” Just like that, helpful Tai became pain in the a** Tai. Focusing hard on not bursting that beautiful bubble of the peaceful morning, Jacques did his best to ignore the boy as he pranced about their room in song. On and on he went, his voice bouncing off the walls of Jacques sleepless brain. After a few minutes, the man couldn’t take it anymore, steaming with frustration he opened his eyes and sat up in his bed but atlas the singer had vanished. The room laid still, basking in the fear from the sleepless undead who remained silent.
It was still early, afternoon early to be precise. As appealing as lying in the bed wide awake until lunch call appealed to the man he knew it wasn’t a plausible thought. If he continued being a lazy loner in the confines of his room he would get a stigma. He would become known as the grumpy old man or the incompetent half-wit who couldn’t form a civilized conversation with anyone, sane or not, and he just couldn’t let that happen. He owed it to himself, and with that in mind the monster rolled off his bed and made his way toward the bath. He took a quick bubbly soap, washing away the impurities of tomorrow, before climbing out and towel drying. Unlike some of the other guests he wasn’t one for wasting unnecessary time air drying when he was the only one around to enjoy his gorgeous body. After all, sharing was caring and there would be no time for that if he wasted it all on air drying. Once the cloth has soaked up every droplet of water off his delicate porcelain skin, Jacques proceeded to dress. He slipped on a pair of silky red boxer briefs and a fresh pair of black denim jeans. The jeans were tight fitting which only added to his overall look as he pulled on a zip-up, faux fur lined jacket and a pair of holey shoes. Without even bothering to zip up the jacket, he left the privacy of his room, exposing the rest of the patients to his awesomeness.
Cycling through his everyday motions, Jacques found his feet carrying him to the kitchen. There were a few voices coming from the room, which he had expected. As his legs continued to carry him, the man glanced up and took in everyone that was in the room. Now, a few faces he was actually glad to see while others not so much. Choosing a spot near the counters, Jacques approached a pair of women. One being the most gorgeous Reina while the other was the beautiful but delicate Catherine. The two didn’t appear to be deep in conversation which honestly didn’t matter to him anyway. ”I’m here now, so please proceed on telling one another how deliciously amazing I am.” His eyes shifted from one woman to the other, throwing in a wink for them both. He didn’t mind looking at either one which made conversing with them second nature. ”Oh? Is this hot chocolate?” The sight of the practically empty mug set a wildfire smile across his jaw. Without even a second though, the man picked up the white, lip-stick stained ceramic container and downed the rest of the warm liquid. ”Delicious.” With that he set the mug down and licked his lips, allowing his eyes to make contact with that of Catherine’s. He was playing with her, or attempting to rather. ”So, anything fun planned for the day? Anything special I should know about?” This time he looked to Reina, knowing very well that if anything was going down, she’d be the one to know about it. After all she was a doctor.
{ out of cocaine ~ This is bad. I really hate intros. }
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There's children throwing snowballs / instead of throwing heads / they're busy building toys / and absolutely no one's dead ! ! !
There's children throwing snowballs / instead of throwing heads / they're busy building toys / and absolutely no one's dead ! ! !
There's children throwing snowballs / instead of throwing heads / they're busy building toys / and absolutely no one's dead ! ! !
There's children throwing snowballs / instead of throwing heads / they're busy building toys / and absolutely no one's dead ! ! !
There's children throwing snowballs / instead of throwing heads / they're busy building toys / and absolutely no one's dead ! ! !
There's children throwing snowballs / instead of throwing heads / they're busy building toys / and absolutely no one's dead ! ! !