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shoutoutz to me for being a damn sponge for papyrus angst. heres a little excerpt from a personal fic :]
Why, why, why, why- Why did he have to, against all odds, remember how death felt; How it felt for his entire being to be torn away from time it-fucking-self.
He'd trusted him. Time and time again, he's put so, so much faith in that little flower and been paid back in thorns, and pain, and betrayal-