since I've literally fallen of the face of planet earth only to be back in my body, here's a paragraph I wrote in painxpleasure (something that's not yet done) for an apology for not posting as much.
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My back was sore. I was aching. What even happened to me?? How did I get into this? Too many questions all at once. I didn't decide to be a hero, I was chosen. All at once. It was supposed to be special, but now it isn't. Why? Because I'm not a superhero. I'm working-- loving my enemy. Was this the life I was cut out for? To make out with my enemy until my body was sore? To fight for my life as if I had something to fight for?? Protecting my sworn enemy as if he was as fragile as an eggshell???
And then I opened my eyes. I was indeed not in my own bed, but my enemies. 'That's what I get for fighting for him..' I thought to myself. Atleast the bed smelt like fresh flowers and fruit. Which I can't complain about. I'm still upset about how I stood up for this evil supervillian.
And how I fell in love with him.
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Your welcome >;3