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apart of you
get out, get out, get out, get out g̸ͯ̾ͭ̄͢ ̷̴͂͂e̡ͯ̐͑́̚ ̵͛̓͑́͝t̛ͣ̇ͦ͟͡ ̢̈́̀̒ͦ͢ỏ̑.̡̛͐̆̚͘ȯ̷̢̏ͣ͌̃̍͋.ͤ̈́̐o̓͐ͤ̇͏̡̀.̸̛͑̏͢ŏ͊̃͒͞.́̏̌̅̈́̀̕̕o̽̓̉ͨ͌̌̈́͏.͛̓͆̕u̴̽̑͋̅t̸̴̒̏͌̌͂ͯ̀
i let you see, let it slip, a side of me, inside of me.. ug̢̀͞l͟͝y̨͜,̨ ͟͞͠d̸į́͘sg͜͞u̕s͝t̵͢͡i̸n̶g҉.͝.̸̨͟.̧̨.̶̢̕. ҉͘ap͡a̴̡rt̵ ͜o̶f ̷y͠o͢ù.̢.̶̛̕.̵ A҉̴P̵A̧R̸̸̕T O̶͝F̢ ̛͘͠Y̴͏̴O͏̷U̧͢.͢
i didn't want you to.. to.. to see this.. bile, darkness. writhing, etching tendrils within my brain.
words are idle, idle, idle... m̶͘҉͈̭͍̱͓̼̤̝̻̹́͠h̶̷̡͍͇͖̳͍̫͚͎͚̝́͞m̨̠̠̱̗͇̙̻̩̞̺̰͈̖͡͡, idle.
..... /character file: ghost /deleted.
deleted... d̨҉҉͏̬̮̬̻̭͔̜͎̼̹̼ͅé̢̛̲̫̲͚͎̳̥͙̳̤̤̙̯̞̘̲̲͟͠l̸̛̟͙̮͓̯͜͞͝ę̶̧̢̮̣͉̻͞ţ̠̭̥̼̝́e͏̵̬̼̺̪̙̠̯͍͓̼͕̀͘d̸̸̰̻̱̼̼͚̝̥̥̞̠͍̙̠͡͡
why can't i.. can't i... can't i..
there is no happiness and again it rears and there are tears, tears, t̢͉̞̙̳̟̗̯͈͜ ̷̧̖̘̭͎̙̩̲̗̘e̯̫ ̴͓̲͚̫a͇̜̜͎̘͈̱̫͜ ̣̞̜̟̤̻̱͙̕͜r̘͍̳̱ͅş̭̫̪͙̣̟̖̮͓͜s̴̻͓̞͚͉̤̬͈s̴̡̛̳͚̣̠̥͍͔̦͎s̵̫͍͜s҉͈̼͙̹͕̭̩͕s҉̵̼̼̻̳͉̕ͅs̫͕͉̣̣͢s̷͚̤͕̕͢s̭̹̲̦̬͖̳s̸̗̪̫̲̪̱
h̖̥͕͈̬̭̘͍͉̗̯̫̜̭͙̻̀̕e̡̛̛̗̬͚̟̲͎̗͖̞͉̲̱̮̘͙̯l͏̛͍͎͈͎̯͇͍͍̭l҉̦̦̜͍̻͎̫̱̫͔̠̱̙͇o̷̧̢̡̝̺̲͈̰̫̤͘ ̨̦̠̹͎͎̠͢ḑ̬̲̣̤̤̺͕̞̖͎̩̭̰͓͈̮ͅa͏̰͚̙͖̜̺r̸̢҉͈̰̼̹͓̞͓͙̘͈̘́ͅk̭̟̝̻̝̪̗̠̥͜͡n̬͉̻̣̦̣̗̬͕͚̳͜͝e̢͇͉̟̼͔͇͔͓̞̗͠ś̸͖͕̖̘̣̠̻͖̭͢͞ͅş̵̦̪͉͙̬̳̭̘̤͕̹̣͍̬̙̣̥͔̤̀ ̡̧͍̱͖m̧̢͙͉͎̙̥͚̦̘̜̩̗̰͍͙̣̮y̴̶̝͔̳̤͎̥̭̠͚̥͙͕̩̬ͅ ̼̞̘̲̖͓̻̦̥̘͕̭͘͘͜͢͠o̶̡̢̤͙̤̩̮̦͔̙̬̪̫̯͜͠ļ̵̸͎͖̺͙̬̣̗̖̱͓̜ͅd̯͖͍̪̫̟̯̹͕̻͘ͅ ̨̡̲̝͔̠̦̤̖́͟͝f̧̛̲͓͔͙̕͜r̴̵̪̯̺̜̳̘͖̖͔͇͜͜͠ḭ̵͔̮̼̦͘͡e̕͏̵͉͈̙̣̞̀ṉ̶̴̛͚̖̝̖̝͈͇͔̺͡d̵͙̼̬͓̰̠̟͡
i̴̝̣̺̪̲͔͎ ̟͙͓͚͕͎̫̼͙͟ḑ̝̙̤͓͝o̷̟̤͕͢n̛̤̥'̙̹̮̹̮̱̣͇̖͠t̸͏͓͔̯͞ ̣͕̗w̦͔͓̝̖͝a̴҉̖̞n̝̥̟̮̯͚͟͠t҉̢̰̻̗̩͈̰ ̧̛͖͈̲͕͜t̸̼̤ờ͖̞̬̦͟ ҉̷̨̳̬͔̖d̵̫̫̥̩̮̤̹̗̤͠r̨̩̩̙͚̕a̠͚͖̥͝ͅg̻̼̠͠ ̲̩̮̟̙y̢̙͈̫̬͜ò͈̪̜͍̯ư̴̜̤̟̻̰̲̦͖͡ ̴̡͙͓̭͉̯̦d͏̹̩̤͉͉́o͇̤w͏͔̥̬͕̀n̡̹͔̟̺͕͜͝.̵̲͓̬.͏̙̮͓̙͇͓̼.̮̖̘ ͡͏̪̦͜w͏̪͍̱̺ ̡̠̜̯̺̦̦͍͎ḙ̟͝͠ͅ ̡̻̤̱͙ͅḻ̟̗ ̪͖̺̗̼̯͞ͅͅc̷̞̼̜̹̦̪͘ͅo̦̭̥̗̯̜͢͡m̵̭̖̙͇̺̩̭̤̥͟m̳̗̼͈̰̜m̡͏̢̣̺̖͖͕̺͓̞ͅm͙̼͎͎̥̙̱͘͘͢m̤̳̳m͎̱̹͔̟̜m͏̵̻͎͈̺e͈̣̤͔̻̮͟ͅ.̵̖̩̯ͅ
distortion flickers a world so real, so real.. real.. r-r-r-r-r e a l?
u͏̧̟̲̫͙̙̪̯̜̻n̢̨͍̤̭̕ͅt̪̖͝ͅi͓̹̳̫̣̘̩̠͢͞l͎͎͝ ̶̸͙̫̲̳i҉̝͉͎̺̻̖̭t̰̭̺̮̘̗̞̹͝ ͝͏͎̺̭̬͇i̢̬̪̟̳ͅs̮͓͎͎̪ͅ ͎̖̩̳̞͎̘̞͢͢͜r̨͈̜͈̼̩͙̪͖ͅe̴̩͙͍̹̤̯̗̭̩a̵̰̤̜͍̻͉͝l̝͔̰̪͖̲͉͟ ̶̱̭̙͝n͙̺͇͓̱̠̣͟o͏͇̟̺́̕ ̸̸̷̩̭̯͓̳ḽ͖͎͙̞̀o̸͇̻̙͚͟͜ͅn̰͍̹g̵̳̼̣̼̯͢͞è̷҉̬̖͚͕̯̮͍r̶̡̥̻̯̩̤̟̬̻͜
release, release, release and it flows crimson thoughts.
a̳͓̝͈̩͇͘p̭̙͙̫͢a͚̣r̺̝͘t̨̼͍̼̦͔ͅͅ ҉̫̬̦̮̳͡o͖̪̣̙̪͓͞f̵̯̪̗͟ ̟̤͚̟̀̕y̰͓̺͝o͏̹̣u̩̖͇̙̪͕͖͖͠
apart of.. me.
m̵̡̨̼̩̟̘̻̦̯͍̱ͪ̌͂̂̀̊̅͊͌̎̔͛̆ͦͩ̚e̶̴͓̗͍ͧ̿̏͂̎̑̌̈̅ͤ̔̑͂̌ͮ̋ͫ͘͟ͅ
m̵̡̨̼̩̟̘̻̦̯͍̱ͪ̌͂̂̀̊̅͊͌̎̔͛̆ͦͩ̚e̶̴͓̗͍ͧ̿̏͂̎̑̌̈̅ͤ̔̑͂̌ͮ̋ͫ͘͟ͅ
m̵̡̨̼̩̟̘̻̦̯͍̱ͪ̌͂̂̀̊̅͊͌̎̔͛̆ͦͩ̚e̶̴͓̗͍ͧ̿̏͂̎̑̌̈̅ͤ̔̑͂̌ͮ̋ͫ͘͟ͅ
i let you see, let it slip, a side of me, inside of me.. ug̢̀͞l͟͝y̨͜,̨ ͟͞͠d̸į́͘sg͜͞u̕s͝t̵͢͡i̸n̶g҉.͝.̸̨͟.̧̨.̶̢̕. ҉͘ap͡a̴̡rt̵ ͜o̶f ̷y͠o͢ù.̢.̶̛̕.̵ A҉̴P̵A̧R̸̸̕T O̶͝F̢ ̛͘͠Y̴͏̴O͏̷U̧͢.͢
i didn't want you to.. to.. to see this.. bile, darkness. writhing, etching tendrils within my brain.
words are idle, idle, idle... m̶͘҉͈̭͍̱͓̼̤̝̻̹́͠h̶̷̡͍͇͖̳͍̫͚͎͚̝́͞m̨̠̠̱̗͇̙̻̩̞̺̰͈̖͡͡, idle.
..... /character file: ghost /deleted.
deleted... d̨҉҉͏̬̮̬̻̭͔̜͎̼̹̼ͅé̢̛̲̫̲͚͎̳̥͙̳̤̤̙̯̞̘̲̲͟͠l̸̛̟͙̮͓̯͜͞͝ę̶̧̢̮̣͉̻͞ţ̠̭̥̼̝́e͏̵̬̼̺̪̙̠̯͍͓̼͕̀͘d̸̸̰̻̱̼̼͚̝̥̥̞̠͍̙̠͡͡
why can't i.. can't i... can't i..
there is no happiness and again it rears and there are tears, tears, t̢͉̞̙̳̟̗̯͈͜ ̷̧̖̘̭͎̙̩̲̗̘e̯̫ ̴͓̲͚̫a͇̜̜͎̘͈̱̫͜ ̣̞̜̟̤̻̱͙̕͜r̘͍̳̱ͅş̭̫̪͙̣̟̖̮͓͜s̴̻͓̞͚͉̤̬͈s̴̡̛̳͚̣̠̥͍͔̦͎s̵̫͍͜s҉͈̼͙̹͕̭̩͕s҉̵̼̼̻̳͉̕ͅs̫͕͉̣̣͢s̷͚̤͕̕͢s̭̹̲̦̬͖̳s̸̗̪̫̲̪̱
h̖̥͕͈̬̭̘͍͉̗̯̫̜̭͙̻̀̕e̡̛̛̗̬͚̟̲͎̗͖̞͉̲̱̮̘͙̯l͏̛͍͎͈͎̯͇͍͍̭l҉̦̦̜͍̻͎̫̱̫͔̠̱̙͇o̷̧̢̡̝̺̲͈̰̫̤͘ ̨̦̠̹͎͎̠͢ḑ̬̲̣̤̤̺͕̞̖͎̩̭̰͓͈̮ͅa͏̰͚̙͖̜̺r̸̢҉͈̰̼̹͓̞͓͙̘͈̘́ͅk̭̟̝̻̝̪̗̠̥͜͡n̬͉̻̣̦̣̗̬͕͚̳͜͝e̢͇͉̟̼͔͇͔͓̞̗͠ś̸͖͕̖̘̣̠̻͖̭͢͞ͅş̵̦̪͉͙̬̳̭̘̤͕̹̣͍̬̙̣̥͔̤̀ ̡̧͍̱͖m̧̢͙͉͎̙̥͚̦̘̜̩̗̰͍͙̣̮y̴̶̝͔̳̤͎̥̭̠͚̥͙͕̩̬ͅ ̼̞̘̲̖͓̻̦̥̘͕̭͘͘͜͢͠o̶̡̢̤͙̤̩̮̦͔̙̬̪̫̯͜͠ļ̵̸͎͖̺͙̬̣̗̖̱͓̜ͅd̯͖͍̪̫̟̯̹͕̻͘ͅ ̨̡̲̝͔̠̦̤̖́͟͝f̧̛̲͓͔͙̕͜r̴̵̪̯̺̜̳̘͖̖͔͇͜͜͠ḭ̵͔̮̼̦͘͡e̕͏̵͉͈̙̣̞̀ṉ̶̴̛͚̖̝̖̝͈͇͔̺͡d̵͙̼̬͓̰̠̟͡
i̴̝̣̺̪̲͔͎ ̟͙͓͚͕͎̫̼͙͟ḑ̝̙̤͓͝o̷̟̤͕͢n̛̤̥'̙̹̮̹̮̱̣͇̖͠t̸͏͓͔̯͞ ̣͕̗w̦͔͓̝̖͝a̴҉̖̞n̝̥̟̮̯͚͟͠t҉̢̰̻̗̩͈̰ ̧̛͖͈̲͕͜t̸̼̤ờ͖̞̬̦͟ ҉̷̨̳̬͔̖d̵̫̫̥̩̮̤̹̗̤͠r̨̩̩̙͚̕a̠͚͖̥͝ͅg̻̼̠͠ ̲̩̮̟̙y̢̙͈̫̬͜ò͈̪̜͍̯ư̴̜̤̟̻̰̲̦͖͡ ̴̡͙͓̭͉̯̦d͏̹̩̤͉͉́o͇̤w͏͔̥̬͕̀n̡̹͔̟̺͕͜͝.̵̲͓̬.͏̙̮͓̙͇͓̼.̮̖̘ ͡͏̪̦͜w͏̪͍̱̺ ̡̠̜̯̺̦̦͍͎ḙ̟͝͠ͅ ̡̻̤̱͙ͅḻ̟̗ ̪͖̺̗̼̯͞ͅͅc̷̞̼̜̹̦̪͘ͅo̦̭̥̗̯̜͢͡m̵̭̖̙͇̺̩̭̤̥͟m̳̗̼͈̰̜m̡͏̢̣̺̖͖͕̺͓̞ͅm͙̼͎͎̥̙̱͘͘͢m̤̳̳m͎̱̹͔̟̜m͏̵̻͎͈̺e͈̣̤͔̻̮͟ͅ.̵̖̩̯ͅ
distortion flickers a world so real, so real.. real.. r-r-r-r-r e a l?
u͏̧̟̲̫͙̙̪̯̜̻n̢̨͍̤̭̕ͅt̪̖͝ͅi͓̹̳̫̣̘̩̠͢͞l͎͎͝ ̶̸͙̫̲̳i҉̝͉͎̺̻̖̭t̰̭̺̮̘̗̞̹͝ ͝͏͎̺̭̬͇i̢̬̪̟̳ͅs̮͓͎͎̪ͅ ͎̖̩̳̞͎̘̞͢͢͜r̨͈̜͈̼̩͙̪͖ͅe̴̩͙͍̹̤̯̗̭̩a̵̰̤̜͍̻͉͝l̝͔̰̪͖̲͉͟ ̶̱̭̙͝n͙̺͇͓̱̠̣͟o͏͇̟̺́̕ ̸̸̷̩̭̯͓̳ḽ͖͎͙̞̀o̸͇̻̙͚͟͜ͅn̰͍̹g̵̳̼̣̼̯͢͞è̷҉̬̖͚͕̯̮͍r̶̡̥̻̯̩̤̟̬̻͜
release, release, release and it flows crimson thoughts.
a̳͓̝͈̩͇͘p̭̙͙̫͢a͚̣r̺̝͘t̨̼͍̼̦͔ͅͅ ҉̫̬̦̮̳͡o͖̪̣̙̪͓͞f̵̯̪̗͟ ̟̤͚̟̀̕y̰͓̺͝o͏̹̣u̩̖͇̙̪͕͖͖͠
apart of.. me.
m̵̡̨̼̩̟̘̻̦̯͍̱ͪ̌͂̂̀̊̅͊͌̎̔͛̆ͦͩ̚e̶̴͓̗͍ͧ̿̏͂̎̑̌̈̅ͤ̔̑͂̌ͮ̋ͫ͘͟ͅ
m̵̡̨̼̩̟̘̻̦̯͍̱ͪ̌͂̂̀̊̅͊͌̎̔͛̆ͦͩ̚e̶̴͓̗͍ͧ̿̏͂̎̑̌̈̅ͤ̔̑͂̌ͮ̋ͫ͘͟ͅ
m̵̡̨̼̩̟̘̻̦̯͍̱ͪ̌͂̂̀̊̅͊͌̎̔͛̆ͦͩ̚e̶̴͓̗͍ͧ̿̏͂̎̑̌̈̅ͤ̔̑͂̌ͮ̋ͫ͘͟ͅ
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