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what leads you to hate?
you know she's singlehandedly the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
but you kill her anyway. you take away her will to live, you strip her of her desires like dingy clothes on a sunday morning.
brick by brick, you destroy her. symphony by symphony, she's winded through you, and unwinded until you see fit.
then she collapses.
you notice her remains as she falls. your glazed wooden floors, your glass shoes stained with the slightest pearls. your hair, tight against your skull, hairs begging to rip free.
seems like they never liked you either.
your mouth falls open. and closes once more.
one moment she's held in the sky, unwinding herself for you as always, and soon her eyes glow red, her voice magnified with the strength of gods you didn't worship. hair follicles bright as fire.
confusion. you're confused.
but it's time for you to rest, you, the one who spins.
you've had your fun.
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how unpleasant for you. you're used to getting your way, aren't you?
your mind swims to where she fell. her mind, shatters like glass, lying on your floors. her chest, opened and carved, your intitals burning a hole through the ground, her blood.
her blood shines of reds blacks and blues,
just like yours.
she is you.
she is everything. why are you just now realizing this?
wake up.
she'll be waiting for you. don't waste your time spinning anymore.
