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i can be your strange singing girl, who takes refuge in the church at night to recite hymns, and you can be my wet, windswept stranger, come in from the cold. dm @stillinthedark.bsky.social for sources.

I crush you, I bleed you, I grind you to paste. My scars are a memory of what you used to be to me. I want those feelings back. You run but you do not run away. You take me somewhere new. Somewhere we can dance like we used to. But I could not follow your steps.

"I'm here," she thinks, forcing herself to focus on the moment instead of what came before. Nothing else matters now except finding a place where she doesn't feel confused or alone or invisible. Where she feels safe, if such a thing is possible.

I kill you. You kill me. Back and forth we go, faster and faster and faster. I kill you. You kill me. Hollow eyes watch from the dark corners of a forgotten place flooded by emotions left unspoken. The tide rises. I kill you and me.

Quickly, I lift my sleeve up to wipe away whatever tears have started forming. But as I pull it away... No wet spot remains. A-Ah... Right, this isn't... This is a virtual world...this isn't my body, so I can't...actually cry......

I think this is my last note. I'm going to die having never found my escape, but really that's not true. This place was like my escape. My escape from everything else. In the end my death is kind of romantic.