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"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

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“mold is gross!!” “mold gets people sick!!” maybe for you. my mold loves me. we share germs & we arw in love ❤️ he livws on my water bottle and i take him everywhere with me. i am dyinf. for unrelated reasons

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i'm already in p5 rn and it's a different kind of suffering...

I just know that when Romeo and Juliet premiered two ye olde girlies in the pit at intermission were like didst thou see the sparks betwixt Tybalt and mercutio… aye and not from their swords alone!

t shirt that says i've misunderstood many social interactions

a big sticky bug ruined the machine with its guts. The gluey guts of the bug destroys the mechanism. The gears of the device cannot move because of the tar slop bug innards caught between the teeth. The big iron engine is smoking and sparking as a huge bug that is wettly dead starts to get cooked by friction.

Hamlet as a D&D paladin.

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