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| ⚫ | Something's wrong. Something's very wrong. I honestly can't tell you. I... I don't feel comfortable telling you. It still eats at <span style="display:inline-block;transform:rotate(-10deg)">me every</span> day, like a <span style="display:inline-block;transform:rotate(180deg)">cat</span> eating lasagna. |
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{{User:Zaenon/DraftHeader|1=<div style="height:260pt"><!-- For until I find a better solution. Sorry --><div style="transform:translate(0pt,100pt) rotate(90deg)">Some things are forgotten through the trauma they cause. Ignore the jank. CSS is a bit limited. Will need to probably put things in square-shaped divs for rotated blocks of text to work flawlessly.</div></div>}} |
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<div style="width:10em;height:10em;float:right;rotate:90deg;">And yet it keeps trying to escape, clawing at the door of its cage. An animal enalaved that wants freedom.</div> |
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| ⚫ | Something's wrong. Something's very wrong. I honestly can't tell you. I... I don't feel comfortable telling you. |
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It scares me, like <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(100%,300%);">a cat sprayed</span> with water. Afraid to become the meal of a bigger animal. Afraid that I'm out of the watchful gaze of Lucifer and now am stared upon by the malevolence of God. |
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<p style="transform:skew(10deg,0deg);">I can feel it pulsing, the trauma's heart beating with life, pumping terror through my veins that it claims for its own.</p> |
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<div style="position:relative;left:0px;width:50%;transform:scale(-1,1);border-left:2px solid #4477bb"><div style="padding-left:1em">But yet, I remain hopeful. My hope is that one day, I'll be able to see what truly is in the <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(-1 ,1);">mirror</span>. To face my fears once and for all. The Devil is by my side, and no angel will ever break that harmony. It's about time that I face what has been tormenting me. What has caused my suffering. So I can let you know. To let everyone know.</div></div> |
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<div style="position:absolute;top:0px;right:0px;width:50%;border-left:2px solid #4477bb"><div style="padding-left:1em">But yet, I remain hopeful. My hope is that one day, I'll be able to see what truly is in the <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(-1 ,1);">mirror</span>. To face my fears once and for all. The Devil is by my side, and no angel will ever break that harmony. It's about time that I face what has been tormenting me. What has caused my suffering. So I can let you know. To let everyone know.</div></div> |
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Yet at the same time, I feel hopeless, like I'm at the bottom of the sea, chained down with brass chains with no hope to resurface. Like the <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(-1 ,1);">mirror</span> had taken my soul and shattered it like g<span style="display:inline-block;transform:translate(1pt,3pt);">l</span><span style="display:inline-block;transform:translate(0pt,-2pt);">a</span>s<span style="display:inline-block;transform:translate(-2pt,1pt);">s</span>. I still <span style="display:inline-block;transform:rotate(20deg);">fear</span> that I'll never be able to tell anyone what I must overcome. Especially you. |
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<div style="float:left;width:10em;height:10em;rotate:-90deg;padding-bottom:1em">It feels as if the world is inverting on me, like it's taunting me, almost. It's sick. I feel sick. Weak. Frail.</div><!-- 180 deg should be fine for non-square things --> |
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Still, it cannot be overstated. I must step forward. I must face this. I can do it. It's not like it will kill me, right? My heart pounds with vigour like it's an engine ready to drive. My gaze steadies as I calm down. I step towards the <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(-1 ,1);">mirror</span>, ready to face this once and for all... |
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... It's a <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(1.25,1);">mother</span><span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(1,2);">fucking</span> salmon in a <span style="display:inline-block;transform:skew(20deg,1deg);">fucking</span> top hat. This was the shit I was afraid of? I'm a fucking catgirl and I'm afraid of what's essentially tonight's dinner? I can't even fucking make this up. |
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<div style="rotate:25deg;width:25em">I'm out. If you want to contact me, email at LilacDewsbury@gretelheart.com<ref group="notes">Not a real E-mail</ref>. I'm fucking out. Good day.</div> |
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Latest revision as of 23:22, 3 October 2023
Something's wrong. Something's very wrong. I honestly can't tell you. I... I don't feel comfortable telling you. It still eats at me every day, like a cat eating lasagna.
And yet it keeps trying to escape, clawing at the door of its cage. An animal enalaved that wants freedom.
It scares me, like a cat sprayed with water. Afraid to become the meal of a bigger animal. Afraid that I'm out of the watchful gaze of Lucifer and now am stared upon by the malevolence of God.
I can feel it pulsing, the trauma's heart beating with life, pumping terror through my veins that it claims for its own.
But yet, I remain hopeful. My hope is that one day, I'll be able to see what truly is in the mirror. To face my fears once and for all. The Devil is by my side, and no angel will ever break that harmony. It's about time that I face what has been tormenting me. What has caused my suffering. So I can let you know. To let everyone know.
But yet, I remain hopeful. My hope is that one day, I'll be able to see what truly is in the mirror. To face my fears once and for all. The Devil is by my side, and no angel will ever break that harmony. It's about time that I face what has been tormenting me. What has caused my suffering. So I can let you know. To let everyone know.
Yet at the same time, I feel hopeless, like I'm at the bottom of the sea, chained down with brass chains with no hope to resurface. Like the mirror had taken my soul and shattered it like glass. I still fear that I'll never be able to tell anyone what I must overcome. Especially you.
It feels as if the world is inverting on me, like it's taunting me, almost. It's sick. I feel sick. Weak. Frail.
Still, it cannot be overstated. I must step forward. I must face this. I can do it. It's not like it will kill me, right? My heart pounds with vigour like it's an engine ready to drive. My gaze steadies as I calm down. I step towards the mirror, ready to face this once and for all...
... It's a motherfucking salmon in a fucking top hat. This was the shit I was afraid of? I'm a fucking catgirl and I'm afraid of what's essentially tonight's dinner? I can't even fucking make this up.
I'm out. If you want to contact me, email at LilacDewsbury@gretelheart.com[notes 1]. I'm fucking out. Good day.
Notes:
- ↑ Not a real E-mail
Written by Zaenon
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