A Phoenix Down for zombified, somnambulist, olfactorily terrorizing emotions

[slantrhyme]

Oh, the torment of needfully repressed love desire infatuation. Like mold, repressed---um, infatuation grows in dark, moist places. I must not expose it, lest I wish to let out to everyone an inner odor akin to olfactory terrorism that shall drive each one of them away from me with their noses held high and pinched.

I never thought it would actually

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[whichbaby]

I'm sorry, but I can and can't relate at the same time.