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[cursedsanctuary]

A birthday, is it? A celebration of the day you stepped into life, another blemish in the face of the world. All just~as~planned.To live out your little lives, to die - it happens and is over long before you know it does, and soon one becomes an abandoned plaything, living out a life long mapped out and forgotten by God - and didn't you know that a

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[omoidezukuri]

I just don't want to disappear.

[cursedsanctuary]

But you won't. Souls, after all, are so very precious, don't you think?

How beloved you are by God - that I should carry the sins of the likes of you all, to be ruined by such filth and yet how oblivious you still are.

[omoidezukuri]

I will. And I'm not beloved. Maybe by someone, but not by God.

[cursedsanctuary]

Do share.

[omoidezukuri]

I'm not my own person. My body, my name, my life, none of it's mine.

[cursedsanctuary]

Not yours?

Ah, poor, poor child.

[omoidezukuri]

Don't mock me!

[cursedsanctuary]

Your body has never quite been yours - after all, were you not made from the dust of the earth?

[omoidezukuri]

That's not it at all. You-

Never mind.