Dear Kitty,
Everything hurts, and I'm so worried and so hurt but not hurt by you, never hurt by you, but hurt, hurt by everything inside me. I hope it was a typo. I can't ask you if it was a typo because I'm so afraid that it wasn't. I just sincerely hope that it was. I can't stand to think that even you have finally given up on me. Please tell me it was a typo or explain what you meant. But please let it be a typo.
Dead bunnies. Dead bunnies, dead bunnies, dead bunnies. Dead bunnies. A few years ago, the first bunny died, and I never imagined that it would have bothered me so much, haunted my memories this strongly. So I locked her into my mind as the first dead bunny. Now you're a bunny, and Furry is a bunny, and I'm so fucking scared that I'm going to lose both of you, and I'll have a whole dead fluffle locked within the chambers of my heart. And you've joked about me being a bunny before, so dead bunnies mean I'm gonna die too. Dead bunnies, dead bunnies, dead bunnies. It means she's dead, so very dead, and one day you two will be dead too, and then I'll be all alone and die the same way the first bunny died, and all that paranoia is tied up in one phrase. Dead bunnies. Dead bunnies. Dead bunnies. Dead bunnies. Dead bunnies.
Do you think I'm going crazy?
Dead bunnies. Dead bunnies. Dead bunnies.
Sahlo Folina
-Broken Desperation
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Letters From an Anonymous Reality
De TodoJust some letters I could never send. (As always, my friend painted the cover.)
