(Warning for feeling guilt about stuff you have no control over and some thoughts that can be dubbed suicidal. Inspired by a convo on the Miniforce fandom wiki)
Night.
Quiet.
Dark.
Asleep.
A dream, but what dream to pertain, to partake? Nay, be no dream of wonder and awe but one of death, dread, and dire.
One with flashes of bright limeish green, one with grasping red eyes, spiders crawling over his body, pricking over his blue fur, webs encircling all around, caging them, trapping them, ere they will dust escape.
The other, lying on the ground, unmoving, collapsed. Heart-wrenching feelings engulf his chest.
I did this
I could've stopped it
It feels like a hot, festering poison has been injected into his veins.
I attacked them--I ATTACKED HIM!
That feeling bubbles and bubbles like he's going to die.
I should die...
It's killing him from the inside out.
I should die!
I Should Die!
I SHOULD DIE!
That same scene keeps flashing in his head, over and over and over, but it wasn't a dream.
It was real--It IS real.
This isn't a dream, but a memory,
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Guilt, guilt is such an interesting thing, it can be good, but like every good it can be manipulated to be bad, and it boils and festers within the mind, breaking you down bit by bit, keeping you up at night, always a thought in your mind, and it won't let you rest at all, give you peace, let you go.
Sorry if this seems weird lol, just kind of getting it down, you know?
Shout out to yall who've already seen this lol
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this and that you have a good day or night!
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