The SEVENTH MOON IS HERE WITH DISAPPOINTMENT. You dare lie before me - CRY? (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
THOUGH PLENTIFUL MAY HEAVEN'S MERCY BE, FOOLISH IS THE FEATHERLESS BIRD SEARCHING FOR HOT SPRINGS IN MOUNT EVEREST.
Never has my wrath accumulated so. ~Red becomes the colour of blood spilled. Keep your weakness colourless. Hidden is the sage's path.~
Have you any words of repentance?
\Lies hide behind the truth like a deer thinking itself safe in a lion's jaw.\
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Just tell me. [Eyes: leakage imminent] ...
ASPIRATIONS THAT SHOULD DROWN but linger: Sorrow, doubt, distrust, heartbreak
Y-you promised that you would share the cookies with me. I remember you saying that. W-why did you eat it all? I wanted to save them for this movie I was going to watch with you...Wait, why am I crying? Liquid drips from my eyes as I pout for the first time in my life.
|TRUST: Ego pleads with id to reconsider| !Scene: A cat walks into a bar. Her ex lover is there, eating her favourite waffles!
Irritation in numbers: 123124354353241232101011001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01101000 01110101 01110010 01110100 00100000 01101101 01100101
(Consideration: Pout more. Stop pouting cutely. Pout more cutely? Analyse transport of haemogoblin.)
/if your words were anchors they would be too light to sink a feather/