I open my mouth and my words die in my throat. You may say that they don't die, but I can feel them. Their decaying bodies pile up, leaving behind a bad taste. It makes me want to retch, but I don't. My mouth closes tightly again. The attempt to speak was a failure and I sit down silently.
I feel them dying and it makes me want to cry. This panic
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thank youuuuu~
I was going to continue, but then I rewrote the ending... and I liked it better. :] Glad I'm not the only one.
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I didn't make it super-spaced!! It's just that... when I would try to make it not-super-spaced, it didn't get spaced at all. like, one big jumble of words ;; So I had to keep it like this lol.
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