A Lingering Fear Within My Heart: Difference between revisions
I spoke too soon. Desktop view revealed how much more of a mess it actually was. Next up later: moving this page and not writing ergodic trollpastas on my phone.
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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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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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... 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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