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Life. It all seems simple. Nothing but deluded fantasies that meets the eye.
humanity in which seems
running the way it wants to... Everyone loves to be in bliss and
fantasy, that
<nowiki> </nowiki>betrayal, darkness, and even murder. I see how the world around me is
nothing but lies and false imagery made to delude fools. I go to a
nearby cathedral and hope that
I now have a wife, who is quite beautiful. With her long brown
hair, and shining garnet eyes. Her name is Lenina. Me and Lenina would
always spend every moment together. Dancing in the garden field of roses, watching the river flow, walk within a nice quiet forest, watch
the blissful moon rise, and sleep. Lenina, oh Lenina, how I love you. Then one day, she seemed to be horrified.
Why? I try to comfort her, she kicked me in the stomach and said that
I walk up to her, she is cornered. Then next thing you know, crimson blood splashes out from her neck like a never-ending river of
blissful dreams. My heart melted when she was down onto the floor and
was slowly dying. Her last words were somehow unpleasant, her last words were,
The next day, I went into town; looking for something to cure my
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everyone there were so nice and friendly. Safety was assured here, I
just know it. I then listened to some of their tunes, they were so
mellow and calming. My mind was taking
Then, one song consisted of these words:
<nowiki> </nowiki>widened to hear those words again! I made haste into a nearby restroom
and started to block those memories from ever coming back. No more
memories. Please, no more! A nice man enters the restroom and knocks on
the door asking if I was alright. Oh, it was so heartwarming to hear
I opened the door and smiled my usual pleasant smile. This time
however, the man looked terrified as he slowly backed away from me
pleading that he was sorry. I asked what does he have to be so sorry about? I wanted to know but he kept pleading that he was sorry over and
over again. How cute, he acts like an adorable whimpering child.
I wanted to comfort him, so I walk to the man. He then screamed,
<nowiki> </nowiki>head was off. Literally, his head was ripped out! It was beautiful, the crimson blood smeared all over the walls like the morning dew~ His intestines popping out like children popping out of a hide-and-seek game, and his screams were so exquisite that it made my heart in bliss evermore!
But what killed the fun was the blood marks making it into an art form of a familiar figure I know. It was '''her''',
I then saw a child lost in this forest. I felt the need to help
her, so I walked up to her. The child was scared, she began to cry. I asked what was wrong? She answered,
She began whimpering even more as she thought I was mocking her.
As I pierce through her stomach with my two hands, she splits like a worthless piece of garbage that she is. I
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