[ There is no video. There is no voice. There is just the presense of thought. Continuous, seemingly endless, and it completely inundates you...overtakes you, an explosion of doubt and guilt, loneliness and confusion all combined into one. ]
Slithering, sliitheering, sliiitheeering, across your skin one hundred black legs, in sin, inside. Or
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[ You're not family. ]
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I...don't need you to be concerned for me.
You're nothing.
[ Mm...and he's projecting. ]
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