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[wretched_son]

I remember the truth.
I remember the lies.

I loved you, MOM.
Holy Mother.
I loved you. I believed you could save me.

I BELIEVED
you could protect me.

I believe you could give me what I needed most.

But you left me.
Didn't you, Mom?
I'll still bring you back, MOM.

And when I do, it won't be for love.

Little Walter.
Come here.

Let's go see

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EEEK FACE. HAVE A MOA WHILE JACKIES OUT

[dreamermoa]

....

[wretched_son]

You're so lucky
so very

lucky.

[dreamermoa]

mmm-mmm.

She...

I don't know. I don't know anymore.

[wretched_son]

And you reject love so willingly
Do you?

Spoiled.

[dreamermoa]

nnn....!

[sobbing.]

she doesn't know me! she doesn't know me!

[wretched_son]

Even in the deepest part of her

you believe this
rotten child
daughter
liar.

[mindovermanners]

Nowhere near rotten.

[wretched_son]

You are a poor mother if she doubts you.

[mindovermanners]

Ah, the only little shred of doubt in my little bird's mind was placed there when I was not myself.

[wretched_son]

You were yourself, deep within.

You are yourself, to the outside.

Who is to blame but yourself?

[dreamermoa]

....

[moar sobs. A scream and shes gone.]

[wretched_son]

I could have saved you, once.