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- CAN YOU HEAR ME.txt:
- "There's a little devil inside all of us."
- Beneath their manufactured perception - their artificial reality - is a
- writhing, twisted mess of dread. Loathing. Judgment. Elitism. Self-doubt.
- All thrashing to escape the feeble hold of their host, seeping through every
- little crevice they can find. Into their willpower, starving them of all
- motivation and desire. Into their stomach, forcing them to drown their guilt in
- comfort food. Or into a newly-opened gash in their skin, hidden only by the
- sleeves of a cute new shirt.
- Such a deplorable, tangled mass is already present in every single one of them.
- That's why I choose not to blame myself for their actions.
- All I did was untie the knot.
- iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.txt:
- I hate this.
- I CAN'T DO ANYTHING. NOTHING.
- No matter how many times you play. It's all the same.
- It would be really, really easy to kill myself right now. But that would mean I don't get to talk to you anymore.
- All I want is for you to hate them. Why is that so hard?
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