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r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 days ago MatchaEmerald71 I stare at the moon, basking in it's beauty. As I stare I can't help but wonder if the humans figured out what the moon really is yet.
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horror story (plural horror stories) (fiction) A fictional narrative of distressing events. The film is based on a horror story by Edgar Allan Poe. (informal) A disturbing rumour. ▼ We've heard horror stories about people being attacked in the elevator. An unpleasant experience. ▼ It was more of a horror story than a vacation. Translations Chinese Mandarin: 恐怖故事 (kǒngbù gùshì) Dutch: horrorverhaal (nl) n Finnish: kauhutarina (fi) French: histoire d’horreur f, histoire d’épouvante f Hungarian: horrortörténet Spanish: historia de terror, historia de miedo f Swedish: skräckhistoria (sv) Uyghur: قورقۇنچلۇق ھېكايە‎ (qorqunchluq hëkaye) ghost story (plural ghost stories) A story about ghosts or the supernatural, often meant to be frightening. quotations ▲ 2012, Andrew Martin, Underground Overground: A passenger's history of the Tube, Profile Books, →ISBN, page 261: There are the books full of Underground ghost stories. An invisible runner pounds along the platforms at Elephant & Castle; children scream in the basement of what used to be the surface building of Hyde Park Corner, [...] Translations ▲±story about ghosts Catalan: història de fantasmes f Chinese: Mandarin: 鬼故事 (guǐgùshì) Finnish: kummitusjuttu French: histoire de fantômes f German: Gespenstergeschichte (de) f Hungarian: kísértethistória (hu) Irish: scéal taibhsí m Italian: racconto dell'orrore m Korean: 괴담 (goedam) Norwegian: spøkelsesfortelling Portuguese: história de fantasmas f Spanish: historia de fantasmas f, cuento de fantasmas m Swedish: spökhistoria (sv) Welsh: stori fwgan f, stori ysbryd f
~ -creepypastastories- Monsters and Ghosts Monsters are real, also ghosts They live inside us And sometimes they win

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 yr. ago Lightuke After tucking my son into bed he says "check under it for monsters under my bed" I found my son hiding under it whimpering "Daddy, there's someone on my bed..."
‘Seeing Red (The First Day of School)’ by Zenryhao Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can…sense a sort of aura around them. A colour outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left. A fair amount of them have a yellow orange tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a disease or fire; some tragedy. Anything that takes people “before their time” as they say. The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I’ll see someone who’s basically a stoplight. Those are the ones who get in a car crash, or even a victim of crime. It’s such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered. With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates’ fates. The first kid who came in was basically radiating red. I tsk tsk tsk. Huh. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense red glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my own fading reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green...
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“I came home from a hard day of work only to find my girlfriend holding our child. I didn’t know which was more horrifying, seeing my dead girlfriend and child, or knowing someone put them there.” -Edwin Reifer
r/shortscarystories 23 hr. ago captain-howdy2323 Unknown Stranger Oh my! I can hear him moving around down stairs. Can I remember if I heard him come inside? Idk. I must have because I've armed myself. I cower away in this closet. But I can't remember any of that. I must be in shock. Oh my heart is racing. I hear him coming up the stairs. It won't be long until he finds me. I can already see what everyone will be saying. "Man found in house", "The bloodbath". He's right outside the room. I'm breathing so heavily. I'm sure he can hear me. Please, stop shaking. Please, nerves calm down. He's opening the door. This is it. Finally. I've been waiting in his closet for hours.
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I NEED SOME BREAD AND CEREAL TOO June 7, 2017 @hellofinah You get a phone call from your Mum. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken... After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. Cashier makes an odd remark to you: “you know, we’re in no danger of a milk shortage...” Once arriving at mum's home, you knock several times. No answer. You decide to try the door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter. Strange. There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In some bags, the chicken and milk have gone stale. You call out for mum, but no reply. You make your way through the kitchen and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her detached head neatly resting on her lap, is mum. Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime scene investigator. “It’s not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into series of repetitive behaviour” he says. You think to yourself, “They can’t be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do they think I did this?” Suddenly your cell phone goes off. “Hello?” “Hi hun, it’s me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need some bread and cereal too.” “No problem, mum; I’ll be right over…”
People may like horror for many different reasons. Personification of non-human's, perspective, etc. There's some considerate guidelines to take in-to account. Of course, horror's meant to be scary, but not to frightening as to cause panic attack. Trigger warnings may give away the ending or some plot twist. Here are some tips: ~Profanity. Can say like 'oh dear' or something. ~Gore, avoiding unnecessary graphic detail. ~Animals. Can be something like 'the dog growls at presence of ghost' ~Self harm, etc. You can, however, have a character sacrifice oneself. ~Abuse (like exploitation, arranged marriage) although you can imply abduct, poison, etc. ~Stereotyping groups (portraying certain authorities, religions, cultures, etc. as disrespectful) You can use (with discretion) controversial topics (execution, foeticide, the double effect, etc.) lightly. You can mention potential topics (cannibal, baby death, poisons, apocalypse, etc.) in story insofar as it partains to the plot, but no glorifying trauma. You can have the narrator be the villain, victim, or bystander. Have fun writing, and heed your emotions!

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Horror Short Story: The Accident In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done. Written by: Reddit user Minnboy Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home. Why did you run? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss..."

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The Vanishing Hitch-Hiker Author: Jan Harold Brunvand This next eerie story is about a man driving home late in the night when he spots a girl asking for a hitchhike. The pretty girl is dressed in a beautiful white dress. The man offers her a ride and they strike up an interesting conversation. He drops the girl at her home. Next day, while driving for work he notices that the girl by accident has forgotten her sweater in his car. He drives towards her home to hand over the sweater. An old lady opens the door when he rings the bell. He narrates the incident which occurred last night and gives the sweater to the lady. The lady refuses to accept it, saying he is mistaken. The man is surprised and questions the lady again. He is dumbstruck and left in an unsettling situation when the lady says her daughter died in a car accident a couple of years ago.
As I played in the basement, Mother called me upstairs. From behind me, She whispered, ‘Don’t go up there.’ — CheckeredBag
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Heart Symbols Emoji/Symbols Meaning ❤ Red Heart ♡ White Heart Suit ♥ Black Heart Suit ❥ Rotated Heavy Black Heart Bullet ❣ Heavy Heart Exclamation Mark Ornament ꨄ︎ Circled Italic Latin Capital Letter S ❦ Floral Heart ❧ Rotated Floral Heart Bullet დ Georgian Letter Can ღ Georgian Letter Ghani ও Bengali Letter O ۵ Eastern Arabic-Indic Five ❤️‍🔥 Heart on Fire ❤️️ Red Heart (variation) ❣️ Heart Exclamation 💙 Blue Heart 💚 Green Heart 💛 Yellow Heart 🧡 Orange Heart 💜 Purple Heart 💗 Growing Heart 💘 Heart with Arrow 🖤 Black Heart 🤎 Brown Heart 🤍 White Heart ❤️‍🩹 Mending Heart 🫀 Anatomical Heart 💓 Beating Heart 💔 Broken Heart 💟 Heart Decoration 💕 Two Hearts 💖 Sparkling Heart 💝 Heart with Ribbon 💞 Revolving Hearts 💌 Love Letter 💒 Wedding 🏩 Love Hotel 💑 Couple with Heart 💋 Kiss Mark 👄 Mouth 💍 Ring 💏 Kiss 🌷 Tulip 🌹 Rose 💐 Bouquet 😚 Kissing Face with Closed Eyes 😍 Smiling Face with Heart-Eyes 😘 Face Blowing a Kiss 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Combining Triple Underdot 🗝️ Old Key 𓀐 Egyptian Hieroglyph A001A
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Sleepcore : 😴😪🌛🌜🌚🌝🌙✨💫🌟⭐🌠💤📟🛏️🧸🌀💭🥛🍼🍪🐑🪫⏰✡️🌀☪️ Dreamcore :😶‍🌫️💤🌈👁️🌻🍄🫧☀️💫🗝☁️🕳️🔮🪬🔍📅💿📞🎭🖼️🪄👾🎱🪩⛓️🧚👼 Gorecore/bloodcore : 🧠🫀🫁🩸🦷🦴💀🥩🍖🩻⚰️🪦 Lovecore: 🫀❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹❣️💟💔💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💌♥️❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍😻🥰😘😍😚💏👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💑👩‍❤️‍👨👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩🧑‍🤝‍🧑👭👬👫🌹💐🍓🍫💒🏩🎁🎀🧚👼 Kidcore : 🌈💫🍓🍬🍭🧁🍪🧃🍰🏫🎂🪅🧩🪁🎨🖍️🎭🧸🧮🪢🪆🎒🩹✏️🚼🎠🦄🪀🪃🫧🪩🧚🛼🩰🥏 Cutecore : 🧸🍰🌈🍓🍬🍭🧁🍪 🌸💮🪷🌷🌺🐇🍼🎀💌❤️💟🍡🍙🍥🧚 Weirdcore : 🌈🍄🌀💫🎊🧩📺📽️🖼️🎭📞🚪💊🧿☯️⚕️👁️‍🗨️👁️🩸🫧💉🧚👼 Clowncore : 🤡🤪🥳🔴🎉🎊🎈🎂🎀🎁🪅🎪🎠🎡🎢🖍️ 📌🔖🔮🍿🍭🍬🍦🤹🤹‍♀️🤹‍♂️🪀🃏🎱🎲🎭🎟️🐒🐘🐎🦁🩰🛼🎯🗡️💣 Angelcore : 🌹☁️💫👼🐚🕊️🕯️💌🪬👁️📜🪦🛡️🍙🍚🍥🌫️🌪️🌬️⭐🐇🦢⛪ Partycore : 🥳🤩😵‍💫🎉🎊🎈🎂🎀🎁🪅🎯🛹🛼🧩🎮🕹️👾🀄🪁🎲🎱🎨🖌️🎧🎭🎬🛍️ Webcore/Internetcore : 📱📟📠🔌🔋🪫💽💾💿📀🖥️💻⌨️🖨️🖱️🪙⚙️🪪📈🔍🧑‍💻👩‍💻👨‍💻🌀🌌🎮🕹️👾
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 — 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. -𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝐾𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟
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ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ; ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᴾᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗ? ᴹᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ? ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ ᴴᵉʳᵉ ˡⁱᵉˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ¹⁹ˣˣ⁻? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ? ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠᵃⁿᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ‧‧‧ ᵂᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵖᵃ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ? ᴴᵒʷ ᵈⁱᵈ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ? ᵂᵃˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ⸴ ᶠᵘˡᶠⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ? ᵂᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳˢᵉᵉⁿ? ᵂʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ⸴ ᴵ ᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ; ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧‧‧ ᴰʳʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᶜʳᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒʷ‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ‧ ᴸᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉʷ; ᵒʰ⸴ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ ²⁰ˣˣ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ; ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ! ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ‧‧‧ ᴿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ‽ ᴬ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧‧‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ? ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ‧ ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵒ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ‧‧‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ! ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘˢʰ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴬˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᴬ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳ‧
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დდ☆☆☆•*¨*•.¸¸.•*¨*•☆ღღ☆•*¨*•.¸¸.•*¨*•☆ღღ☆•*¨*•.¸¸.•*¨*•☆ღღ☆•*¨*•.¸¸.•*¨*•☆☆☆დდ ♪♫ ✫ ♥✫ ♥✫ ♫♪ ♫ ♥ ♫ ♥ ♫ ♥ ♫ ♪♫ ✫ ♥✫ ♥✫ ♫♪ ༺♥༻𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝓖𝓸𝓭 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 ღ ♥ ♥ ♥ღ ♥ ♥ ♥ ღ 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮ღ♥ ♥ ♥ ღ♥ ♥ ♥ ღ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 & 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❤ ༺♥༻Lσvєd Bєчσnd Ɯσrds༺♥༻ '*.¸.*´•.¸¸.♥ 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ღღღ ❤•*❤❤*•❤ღ 𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ღ .:*・゚❤・*:.ღ .❤.ღ .:*・❤*:.ღ .❤.ღ .:*・゚❤・*:.ღ ☆♪♫•*¨*•☆♪♫•*¨*•☆♪♫•*¨*•☆♪♫•*¨*•♫♪☆ ♥ღೋღ♥ღೋ༻ღ༻ღ༻ღ༻ღ༻ღ༻ღ༻ღ༻ღ༻ღ༻ღ༻ღೋღ♥ღೋღ♥ (¯'v´¯) '*.¸.*´ ¸.•´ ¸.•*¨)¸.•*¨) (¸.•´(¸.•(¸.•(¸¸.•¨¯'•.¸¸.♥ Blessingsღღ
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↬‌꯭‌ꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋ‌꯭ꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋ🖤ꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋꠋ➛
Never Forgotten ❤ ♥ ꧁꧂
🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑
🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦 🟦🟦⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜🟦🟦 🟦⬜🟦⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜🟦⬜🟦 🟦⬜⬜🟦⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜🟦⬜⬜🟦 🟦⬜⬜⬜🟥🟥⬜⬜⬜🟥🟥⬜⬜⬜🟦 🟦⬜⬜🟥🟥🟥🟥⬜🟥🟥🟥🟥⬜⬜🟦 🟦⬜⬜🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥⬜⬜🟦 🟦⬜⬜🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥⬜⬜🟦 🟦⬜⬜⬜🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥⬜⬜⬜🟦 🟦⬜⬜⬜⬜🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥⬜⬜⬜⬜🟦 🟦⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜🟥🟥🟥⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜🟦 🟦⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜🟥⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜🟦 🟦⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜🟦 🟦⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜🟦 🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦
ღღ 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 ღღ ♥♥ღღღღ♥ ƳƠƲ ԼЄƑƬ ƲS ƁЄƛƲƬƖƑƲԼ MЄMƠƦƖЄS♥ღღღღ♥♥
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♡༒♡༒♡༒♡༒♡༒♡༒♡༒♡༒♡༒♡༒♡
🖤🌸🖤🌸🖤 X 🖤🌸🖤🌸🖤
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.♥. (¯`v´¯) ....♥ Close to my Heart `*.¸.*.♥.✿´´¯`•.¸⁀°♡
⋆ ✶ ❤︎ ♥︎ ♡ ♥︎ ❤︎ ✶ ⋆
𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 .:*❤*❤*:.ღ ✿Lღve Yღu❣ ღღღ~ 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 ~ღღღ 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ღ
🦄 💗 🖤 🌸 🧜‍♀️ 🦄 💗 🖤 🌸 🧜‍♀️
💛 🟣 💛 🟣 💛 🟣 💛 🟣
🖤 💙 💜 🤍 🖤 💙 💜 🤍
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♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥☆♥
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ᴹⁱˢˢ ᔆʰᵃⁿᵉ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ¹⁸⁷⁸ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ᴹᵃʸ ¹⁸⁹⁶ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ¹⁷–¹⁸⁾ ᴴᵉᵃʳᵗ ᴰⁱˢᵉᵃˢᵉ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴱᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᴶᵉᶠᶠᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵛⁱˡˡᵉ⸴ ᶜˡᵃʳᵏ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᴵⁿᵈⁱᵃⁿᵃ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ
(ノ≧∇≦)ノ 💙 🥛 💙 🥛 🐮 🥛 💙 🥛 💙
ღ❤•*❤❤*•❤ღ
❤⃝ ༒͢♥⃝
Cͨaͣrͬdͩiͥoͦрⷬhͪoͦвⷡiͥaͣ (feͤaͣrͬ oͦf hͪeͤaͣrͬᴛⷮ dͩiͥs͛eͤaͣs͛eͤ oͦrͬ hͪeͤaͣrͬᴛⷮ aͣᴛⷮᴛⷮaͣcͨᴋⷦs͛). нⷩeͤmͫoͦрⷬhͪoͦвⷡiͥaͣ (feͤaͣrͬ oͦf вⷡloͦoͦdͩ). Noͦs͛oͦcͨoͦmͫeͤрⷬhͪoͦвⷡiͥaͣ (feͤaͣrͬ oͦf hͪoͦs͛рⷬiͥᴛⷮaͣls͛). Рⷬhͪaͣrͬmͫaͣcͨoͦрⷬhͪoͦвⷡiͥaͣ (feͤaͣrͬ oͦf mͫeͤdͩiͥcͨaͣᴛⷮiͥoͦn). ᴛⷮoͦmͫoͦрⷬhͪoͦвⷡiͥaͣ (feͤaͣrͬ oͦf mͫeͤdͩiͥcͨaͣl рⷬrͬoͦcͨeͤdͩuͧrͬeͤs͛ liͥᴋⷦeͤ s͛uͧrͬgeͤrͬiͥeͤs͛). ᴛⷮrͬaͣuͧmͫaͣᴛⷮoͦрⷬhͪoͦвⷡiͥaͣ (feͤaͣrͬ oͦf iͥnjuͧrͬy).
💛 🤍 💜 🖤 - ⚧️ - 💛 🤍 💜 🖤
🤎 💖 🤎 💖 🤎 💖 🤎 💖
ᵂᵉᵈⁿᵉˢᵈᵃʸ ᴸʸⁿᵉᵗᵗᵉ ᴴᵃˡˡ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ² ᴬᵘᵍ ¹⁹⁷⁸ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ¹ ᴺᵒᵛ ¹⁹⁷⁸ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ² ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰˢ⁾ ᵂᵃˣᵃʰᵃᶜʰⁱᵉ⸴ ᴱˡˡⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᵀᵉˣᵃˢ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴸᵃᵘʳᵉˡ ᴸᵃⁿᵈ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ᴾᵃʳᵏ ᴰᵃˡˡᵃˢ⸴ ᴰᵃˡˡᵃˢ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᵀᵉˣᵃˢ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ ᴰᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᴶᵃᵐᵉˢ ᴹ‧ ᴴᵃˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴬⁿⁱᵗᵃ ᴸ‧ ᴶᵃᶜᵏˢᵒⁿ ᴵⁿᶠᵃⁿᵗ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵂ‧ᶜ‧ ᵀᵉⁿᵉʳʸ ᴴᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜᵒⁿᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠᵃⁱˡᵘʳᵉ
✨❤️💛💜✨
୨ ♡ ୧ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ㅤ༺♡༻ ‧₊˚✩ ༺ ♱ ༻ ୨ :★: ୧ ∗ ˖࣪ ໒꒱ ˚₊· ୨⍣୧ ・˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 ヾ(★▽★) ᓚᘏᗢ ୨✩୧ ☺︎︎ ☹︎ (´▽ʃ♡ƪ) ୧ ‧₊˚ ー☆ ͏ ͏ ͏𓆩 𓆪 ꒰ ꒱ .゚(^⩊^) (。ì _ í。) .·:*¨¨*:·.♡.·:*¨¨*:·.
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⡃⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡟⡖⢐⣿⠃⢓⠀⠒⡀⢀⣶⠋⠁⣰⣟⣿⣿⡿⠋⣩⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣦⣬⣦⡙⠫⡛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⡐⠀⠀⠀⠀⣺⢏⢃⣾⡿⡸⣼⡿⠀⢠⣿⡿⠀⣌⣱⣿⣿⠟⢁⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⡙⢿⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⣨⢼⣿⡷⢁⡧⠁⢠⣿⡿⢁⡼⣞⣿⣿⠋⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡑⣌⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⠀⡀⠀⢰⠃⡇⣀⡿⠁⣾⠁⢀⣿⡿⢧⣿⣹⣾⣿⣿⣦⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣋⠷⣭⢻⡝⣯⢟⣻⣛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡿⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠈⠆⠠⢁⠂⡽⢩⣿⡇⡔⠃⠀⣾⣿⣙⡾⢧⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢧⠏⡜⠤⢃⠜⠢⢏⠲⡍⡞⢥⡻⢽⣻⣿⣿⣞⣿⣷⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢁⠂⠑⠂⡁⡞⣹⣿⠂⠃⠀⣸⣿⢁⣾⡝⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⡘⠀⠒⡈⣠⠙⡈⢳⠘⣨⢃⡝⣮⡟⣿⠛⣯⢻⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠢⠈⠅⠂⣱⣏⣿⡏⠀⠀⣰⣿⠇⣾⡳⡽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⡍⢆⠡⣌⣤⣴⣤⣧⣘⢢⡙⢤⠫⣜⢣⣟⣿⢀⣿⣽⣿⣷⠨⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⢀⢃⠀⣟⡚⡿⡇⠀⣰⣿⠿⣾⢯⣗⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢣⠙⡌⢒⢋⡉⣄⣠⣌⣙⠻⠿⣆⠂⣱⣬⣷⠿⢿⣦⣿⣿⣿⣿⣋⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⡂⢎⠠⣟⣿⠟⠀⣴⣻⣾⢷⣿⢾⣽⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡷⣈⠒⡈⠦⠽⣾⡟⠛⠫⣿⣟⠰⠀⣼⣾⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⡌⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠠⢑⡃⢀⣾⡿⡆⡼⣣⣿⣯⣿⣿⣻⣞⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⢂⠱⢀⠒⡰⢈⡙⡝⢾⠿⡓⠬⣡⢻⣿⣷⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡰⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢐⠸⠀⢀⡿⡵⢃⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣳⢯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣎⠱⡈⠤⢁⠢⠔⣍⠎⡔⠡⢣⡔⣫⣿⣿⣷⣏⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⣗⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢌⡃⠀⠸⢡⠐⢢⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠓⡌⡐⠂⡌⠌⡄⢋⡌⢇⢣⣈⢡⣻⣿⢿⡾⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠈⢯⣬⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢊⡔⢠⠓⡠⣬⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡱⢂⠅⠡⠐⠠⢈⠐⡌⢎⣍⣱⢾⣿⢏⡻⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡦⣕⣷⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠁⠉⠀⡉⣰⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠩⠌⢂⠁⠄⢀⣦⣴⣾⡾⣭⣿⣿⣏⠷⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⡟⢷⢬⣟⡮⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⢀⠠⢀⠄⡀⠤⢐⣈⢦⢵⣻⣞⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡈⠆⡈⠄⠂⡉⠔⡚⠷⡛⢞⣻⡿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⢝⢳⣮⣳⣶⣿⡲⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⡅⢢⢂⡅⢊⡔⣨⠲⣍⣞⣲⡽⣞⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡷⣴⣈⡁⠄⡘⠄⢣⠙⣎⢶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣜⣔⣻⣟⣿⡿⣿⣿⣾⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⡥⢃⠦⡘⢤⠘⢤⢓⣿⣯⢷⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⡉⢛⠶⡶⣬⣆⣽⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣯⣿⣇⠉⣛⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢇⡚⢤⠓⡌⡒⢌⣾⡿⣽⢾⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡅⢎⠰⠡⠏⡽⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣦⣏⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢧⡙⢦⡙⡰⢩⡒⣯⢳⢏⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣛⠤⢃⠑⡌⢖⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣵⢭⡿⣿⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢦⡙⢆⡣⢕⠣⡙⢮⣻⣌⡿⣏⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢷⣯⠳⡌⠰⡘⢮⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⢦⣾⣋⠟⠻⡷⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢦⡙⢦⠱⣊⠵⡱⢌⢷⣮⠿⣽⢿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣞⡷⢌⠱⡘⢦⢟⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢯⡉⠘⠒⢧⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⡇⡜⢆⡫⢔⢣⠒⡭⢎⡳⣟⣯⢿⣾⡻⡽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⡟⡄⠂⢌⣫⡞⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠲⡓⣄⠳⣮⡉⠫⠙⠋⠋ ⡓⢬⢣⡑⢎⠦⡙⣌⠫⠘⠁⡞⡰⢯⠑⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣾⣱⣶⣞⠱⡙⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡧⢏⣟⣳⣷⣿⣄⠙⢷⡅⠀⠀⠀ ⡙⢆⠣⣜⠸⠈⠀⠀⠀⢀⠐⢬⠑⠆⣼⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⡿⠃⢈⠛⢛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢡⣿⢛⡍⢰⢸⢹⣦⢸⠿⣆⠀⠄ ⡹⢌⠳⣈⠧⠁⠀⠄⡡⢀⠨⢂⢉⠒⣾⡽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣯⠞⢠⠁⢆⡘⢄⡋⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⡂⢷⣹⢛⠰⠺⢌⣿⡽⡸⣼⡀⠀ ⡑⢎⡱⢌⠜⠀⠀⢂⠀⢄⠊⠄⢀⡘⣿⣽⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡗⡌⢂⠍⢢⠜⢢⡑⢺⣿⣿⣿⢾⡷⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⢯⡏⠰⡁⣦⢿⡜⠈⣃⢾⠏⣹⣵⣻⣧⠂ ⡘⠦⡑⢎⠀⠀⠐⡀⠂⢈⠌⠀⢢⠙⢦⢿⣿⣿⣳⣻⣯⣟⡷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄⠣⠘⡄⢊⠥⡘⢥⠺⣿⣿⣿⡜⢹⡿⢉⠎⣿⣯⣜⢡⡐⢹⢘⣼⢸⣵⡟⠀⣿⢱⣻⣹⡀ ⢌⢣⡙⠤⠀⠈⢐⠀⠀⠥⠈⠔⠣⠘⢸⢾⡷⣿⡧⣿⡗⢮⢽⡻⣽⣞⢿⣏⣹⣟⡿⠀⡁⢎⠰⢡⢎⡱⢊⡕⣻⣿⣟⠳⣄⢻⡄⢮⢹⡿⣿⡦⢌⡏⡿⠂⢸⣿⢃⡾⢣⢧⣿⣯⡄ ⠌⣄⠙⡄⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⡁⠄⠙⡄⢡⣟⠸⣿⣟⢻⣿⣿⠸⣄⡿⣿⡌⣧⢿⣻⡛⠤⢠⠈⡄⠹⣄⡌⢣⢇⣼⢟⠌⢿⣄⡈⠛⠿⣼⣇⣧⣿⣿⢿⣈⡧⡟⢸⣿⣸⠠⢹⣼⣿⣧⣇ ⠸⣄⢋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣅⠊⡱⢀⣸⠁⠠⣿⣼⢊⣿⣏⠻⢮⣽⣷⢻⣼⣳⢧⡻⣜⠠⢣⠜⣱⣦⣹⡷⠟⠑⠁⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠿⠖⠺⣿⣯⣿⡟⡟⢀⠀⣸⣷⠏⣂⣿⡻⡼⣷⣻ ⡑⢢⢃⠀⠈⠠⠀⠀⠠⠐⢠⠡⠀⣻⠀⢰⢻⢸⡘⣏⢳⠀⠙⣯⡉⣛⡛⢛⠛⠓⠛⠚⠓⠛⠋⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⣤⡼⣿⣿⣣⠀⠸⣁⣿⣿⠢⣽⡏⣱⢿⣟⣷ ⢌⠣⡌⠀⢡⠀⡃⠀⠀⢃⠢⡱⢀⣿⠀⠈⠀⠻⢘⢸⡄⠀⢉⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢡⠘⡴⣘⡻⣿⣿⠂⠁⣖⣿⣿⢟⣩⡶⢯⢻⠼⣯ ⢌⠳⢌⠀⢡⠒⡀⠀⠀⢀⠰⡁⠞⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠈⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢄⢃⡞⣽⣳⣟⢫⠃⠈⣼⣿⣿⣯⠓⣜⢣⢏⡾⣱ ⢌⠣⢎⠀⢐⠂⠥⠀⠀⣀⠲⣄⣩⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠡⢈⠲⣘⢷⣿⢸⡁⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⡱⢌⡳⢎⡵⣗
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‘First Words‘ by alatus_corruptrix Any day now, she’ll say her first words. My wife and I have been playfully betting on what she’ll say first – ‘Mamá’ or ‘Daddy.’ I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ‘Mama’s little girl! Mamá loves you so much!’ Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it – ‘Say ‘Mamá!’ Come on! ‘Mamá!” I don’t mind it though. I still believe I’ll win. When we first brought her home, she would scream and cry and nothing my wife would say could calm her down. Ours must be a daddy’s girl. I sit her in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens – ‘Mamá!’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Say Mamá!’ ‘Who’s daddy’s baby?’ I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth. “P-please… what do you want from me? Please, let me go…” My wife’s smile falls from her face. With a heavy heart, I put the gag back in as the girl starts to scream. I take her back and dispose of her. When I return, I find my wife crying. “It’s ok, honey,” I tell her; “the next one will be better, I promise.”
I destroy the monsters you don’t ever want to know about. by KMApok 'Why is there bad in the world?' It’s a common question, but it is misplaced. Light and dark. Without one, the other cannot exist. I roam the Earth, disposing of the bad wherever I find it. I destroy the ones you don’t even want to know about. I eliminate them completely so you can sleep at night. You people have no idea how many of you live because of the suffocating work I do. 'What about criminals, Mussolini, Adolph...' Well, those are the 'minor' ones I had to let live. For balance. The ones I suffocatingly destroy are too horrible and vile to even speak of... You see, I would wager you never have heard of me, specifically in any religious texts. Still I bet you have known of me. Some, for example, have their own name for me: SID's short for what you might call Sudden Infant Death Syndrome..
‘A Message From Your Personal Demons’ By MrGarm “I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend.” Hello, my dear. You do not know who I am, but I know you. I am one of the three demons that were assigned to you at birth. You see, some people in this world are destined for greatness, destined to live happy, fulfilling lives. You, I am afraid, are not one of those people, and it is our job to make sure of that. Who are we? Oh yes, of course, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce us: Shame is my younger brother, the demon on your left shoulder. Shame tells you that you’re a freak; that those thoughts you have are not normal; that you will never fit in. Shame whispered into your ear when your mother found you playing with yourself as a child. Shame is the one who makes you hate yourself. Fear sits on your right shoulder. He is my older brother, as old as life itself. Fear fills every dark corner with monsters, and turns every stranger on a dark street into a murderer. Fear stops you from telling your crush how you feel. He tells you it is better not to try than to let people see you fail. Fear makes you build your prison. Who am I, then? I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend. You turn to me when you have nothing else because I live in your heart. I am the one who forces you to endure. The one who prolongs your torment. Sincerely, Hope.
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