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a long time ago the gods walked the earth which was really just all flat land with perpetually short grass all of it the exact same shade of green, a mix of lime and hookers green, though for the ones who care enough to pay attention, the backside is(more)
They don't care.  But it's not their fault.  They don't care because they don't know.  They don't know what I am going through.  And they don't know what I am going through because I have kept it hidden from them.  That makes it all my fault, again.  My. (more)
they don't care who they
hurt even if it happens
to be their own selves
It had started to rain with little warning. It wasn't just a drizzle, either - a couple random drops, and then the heavens opened, sending the pedestrians on the sidewalk scurrying while the handful who had umbrellas struggled to get them open quickly.
they never will
they tell me they're better than my pseudofamilies, that by trying to run away i am in fact the traitor here, but the chains and the gossip and the violation (ideological semen forced down my throat and ribcage torn open to reveal my heart and all)(more)