A TRAGIC CLOWN.
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A TRAGIC CLOWN.
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Her pointy claw scrapes against your fingers.
February 9, 2026 at 3:40 PM
-YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN ON MY SIDE!

-Why would I be on the side of a self destructive alcoholic?
February 9, 2026 at 3:11 PM
Are you still there? Are you still you?
February 9, 2026 at 2:40 PM
Someone tell me, who am I supposed to be? Give me direction, I need affection
February 9, 2026 at 2:11 PM
Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.
February 9, 2026 at 1:40 PM
The world is as big as you want it to be.
February 9, 2026 at 1:11 PM
So, even though you have broken my heart yet again, I wanted to say, in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.
February 9, 2026 at 12:40 PM
you're in hell, you all are
February 9, 2026 at 12:10 PM
"I can’t help it," said the scorpion. "It’s my nature."
February 9, 2026 at 11:41 AM
I am Jack's broken heart.
February 9, 2026 at 11:12 AM
Am I pretty? Do I deserve to be? Would you tell me if I was worthy?
February 9, 2026 at 10:41 AM
Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.
February 9, 2026 at 10:11 AM
TO HELL WITH YOU ALL. BUT THEN...
YOU'RE ALREADY THERE, AREN'T YOU?
February 9, 2026 at 9:40 AM
I am Jack's broken heart.
February 9, 2026 at 9:11 AM
All your history’s like fire from a busted gun
February 9, 2026 at 8:40 AM
you're lying, nobody remembers me
February 9, 2026 at 8:10 AM
you're in hell, you all are
February 9, 2026 at 7:41 AM
The reflection wasn’t clear at all, but as you began to describe her grisly deformities, she began to "see" them.
February 9, 2026 at 7:11 AM
The world is as big as you want it to be.
February 9, 2026 at 6:40 AM
Final Words:
"I don't want to go to heaven."
May he rest in peace.
February 9, 2026 at 6:11 AM
They'd love to never love anyone. Never feel any vulnerable emotion again. They could never stop. Any wall was never strong enough. Made from putty rather than brick.
February 9, 2026 at 5:41 AM
Maybe it's like you said. Maybe there is something out there, some new discovery that will make us feel like even smaller pieces of shit. Something that explains why you still went looking for me through all of this noise. And why, no matter what, I still want to be here with you. I will always,
February 9, 2026 at 5:11 AM
You feel her clammy hand touch your back.
February 9, 2026 at 4:40 AM
And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
February 9, 2026 at 4:10 AM
how much waking decay can you take before you bite back the hand that forced you alive?
February 9, 2026 at 3:41 AM