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I become simple to you. Defined, and simple—to you, ▇▇▇▇. No longer treated the same… Have I earned your sympathy now? Am I worthy of your pity, now? Do you even see me as a woman? You have been one all along. You, and all those chicks in this circus, ricketing with your hearty, feminine laughs. How I envy. Oh, how I envy. ▇▇▇ is his favorite. I know it—they’re the only one that pushes his buttons, and grinds his gears. But in truth—he prefers me! I am his perfect boy. Not his creator and eminence as ▇▇▇▇▇, and never as cryptic as silly billy ▇▇▇, but an outcast, a weird half man half boy he thinks he can mimic to form a personhood out of himself. No mile nor acre in his circuit mouth-brain could ever figure what I am. None of these lowlifes can, or that puzzle solver ▇▇▇▇, or whatever she thinks she is, can figure me out. They can all die trying to crack open whatever I am, I simply won’t budge. ▇▇▇ can go to hell, too! They can all go to hell! Like I’d care! It's fiction… This is all a game, all punishment! We might as well do as we please—right? Right? ▇▇▇▇… Won’t you be true to yourself, skittish little ▇▇▇▇? I’ll be nice, I promise! Just… Don’t leave me. Call me by the name you chose for me, and don’t you dare leave. Don’t be like the others—don’t bail out on me, ▇▇▇▇. You’re the last one I have… I cannot waste you. You could hate it for all I care. Just—have me. I would let you! I’ll be yours. Come on… Let me be your woman, ▇▇▇▇. Just let me. I’m scared, and don’t you dare tell ▇▇▇▇▇▇, but yes, I am scared. And so what!?! What if I’m scared! Everyone else is! I only told you because I was afraid I wouldn’t ever get the chance to! It was a spur of the moment, a mistake, so don’t you dare tell the others. Don’t you dare believe me. Laugh at me if you must! I’ll allow it—just stick by me. Don’t let them know, don’t let them get to me. Their support and sweet little words—I don’t want them. I just want you, ▇▇▇▇, to see me. It is worthless if the others do, utterly! Only you, my dear sweet ▇▇, only your gaze matters. Only your scrutinizing, resentful little gaze… Did you think I didn’t notice? Oh, I notice all things in heaven and earth my sweet sweet ▇▇! How you hate me for teasing you, how it rubs you in the wrongest of ways. What a crybaby! It is only a little pain, only some little jokes. Don’t you like my jokes, ▇▇▇▇? When we’re all alone, you like my jokes, don’t you? Oh, but it’s alright. I accept it all from you, ▇▇▇▇. Except those pitiful, sorry smiles you give me—I hate them, and you know I do. Why, Isn’t that just why you give them, spiteful little ▇▇?—to mock me, make me feel lesser? Bet it feels good to laugh behind my back, ▇▇▇▇. Bet it feels real good! Bet that fucker ▇▇▇ loves hearing all about it, don’t they? But I forgive you. I forgive you! So, forgive me. After all, it’s only pain! What you’ve done to me, what I’ve done to you—It is only a little bit of pain. We can get over it, right? I got over it! So, get over it, ▇▇▇▇. Move on for once and for all. Accept me, won’t you? Accept and accept and accept and never refuse. Please me. Love me. I only ask that of you, nothing less and nothing more… Is that what you want me to say? Do you even deserve it, ▇▇▇▇? I mean—can you even love? Can you? Oh, but don’t worry. I will love you, even if you can’t love me back. I mean, isn’t that what we’ve been doing all this time, sweet sweet ▇▇▇▇? I love you despite your irredeemable flaws—they wouldn’t if they knew. Not that fake bitch ▇▇▇▇▇▇, or ▇▇▇▇. Not even dyke-of-all-trades ▇▇▇. They can’t fix you, you know that, don’t you? You know they can’t, and yet, you want them to fix you. What for? Don’t you see I like the true you? Your weepy, small you? The so-perfectly-fitting-in-my-hands you? Who else would love you, ▇▇? Not them! Not me. Not even yourself! And yet you yearn so much for their approval, all to no avail. What a shame. What a terrible, terrible shame! I could give you everything you want, ▇▇▇▇. You’d just have to ask, you know. I could give you approval, I could give you love! I could give you sex if you wanted it—alas, you never ask! Don’t you know I've been waiting all this time for you to? Tell me, how does it feel, to be what you are. To be reduced to your whiny, arrogant state. Could it be he forced you to be like this? I doubt it so—he loves us! He loves me. And I love you, ▇▇▇▇. Isn’t that enough, ▇▇▇▇? Must you demand so much of me? How avaricious… How I covet your selfish ways, ▇▇▇▇. That’s not something he could manipulate—twist and corrupt like all in this—how to say it?—digital gut. That arrogance is straight from you. The real you. What'd I'd give, to witness your ebony, bony frame. And to see that you’re still that weak ribbon lace… Your dreams, your hopes. They’re all so… How to say it? Pointless. Yes! That's the word! But haven’t I mused for you, ▇▇▇▇? Haven’t I laid myself bare for your sake? To call me cruel is a hypocrisy—we’re surrounded by cruelty! Am I supposed to be the exception, all of a sudden? Guess you got me on such a high pedestal, am I right, ▇▇▇▇? How flattering! How pathetic. Unless, you got dear ▇▇▇ on there as well? My, what a contest! Are you my prize, ▇▇? Mine to take home with. Tempting offer! Should I take it, though? I mean, do you even want me to win, ▇▇? May I let you know, I’m not one to turn down a challenge. What will poor ▇▇▇ do, when I take it all from them! Assuming they love you as I do, of course! But, do they? Could they? Who knows. Oh sweet ▇▇▇▇, who knows… Maybe HE knows! All powerful, all-seeing set of jaws! Should I ask him? Oh, ▇▇▇▇, should I ask him? He wouldn't lie to me, ▇▇▇▇. Trust me, will you? Won't you? Oh, do you? The mystery! The intrigue! But we both know you know better than to trust me—and rightfully so! I am a pathological liar, aren’t I? At least, that I suppose. So I overhead! You see, I didn’t really know what the ink blots were—I had to make stuff up. Nevermind! What was I telling you? Oh! Yes! You just cannot trust me, can’t you… Don’t be so cynical, ▇▇▇▇! Maybe one day you’ll have to live by a lie, just like me—then, you’d want people to believe you, wouldn’t you? Put yourself in my—not-currently-wearing—shoes, ▇▇▇▇! To think you think you truly can be happy… Isn’t that a lie as well? Who are you, to call ME a liar! My, you LIAR! Did you tell them? How you go on and on and on and on about this, dream of yours, that you didn’t even commit to? What a loser. What a fraud! The slightest inconvenience and you gave up! You deserve to be stuck here, with me. Forever and ever! Screw the rest! Screw ▇▇▇▇, she never even liked you! Or ▇▇▇▇▇… Always having a freak-off, wasn't he? Screw him too! ▇▇▇▇▇▇, can’t ever tell what she's thinking in that pleasy-easy mind of hers… Better get rid of her too! And ▇▇▇… ▇▇▇, ▇▇▇, ▇▇▇… You don’t want to get rid of them, now do you ▇▇? Too bad! Because I do. Leaves just us, doesn’t it? What bliss! What joy! Heaven in an 8-bit landscape! Don’t tell me you disagree, ▇▇▇▇! It would be our very own paradise, just you and me! Don’t fight it, ▇▇. After all, we dont really have other choices now do we? Maybe it’s fate! Like those tarot-reading, tea-sipping chicks say on those pay-per-ad forums. FIND YOUR SOULMATE. Don't need ‘em! Found you right here, right in this circus, sweetcheeks! I got to thank the tux-teeth for that, huh? But you wouldn’t truly want that would you? No. Of course not. It scares you to death, that it be just the two of us. You’re scared of what I would do. But you’re not thinking it through, ▇▇▇▇! Maybe—and just maybe—I am the one scared of you! Maybe you’re the one that could truly, truly hurt me. Of course, you wouldn’t. But still—isn’t it nice to know you can? Isn’t it nice, that even after all these years of me, torturing you, you still can rebel against me? You know I’m nothing without you, ▇▇▇▇. I’d like to see you try, ▇▇▇▇. I really would like to see you try.