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I'm sad.
My heart feels empty.
The stitches holding the rift in my heart have once again opened- opened wide. I want to be adored. I need someone to reapply the stitches, patch me back together. But i do have someone... why? Why do i feel so empty?

Theres another girl. A girl? Well, she's not physically there. She exists, but I can't touch her, despite the shadow she's left in my heart. It's a farce. Her existence is an illusion, probably. Created by the rift in my heart and desire to be touched.
My desire?... Well probably.

I feel like crying. I want to cry.
I can't sleep. I'm restless.

I don't know what I want... what do i have?
Well, I know I have you. But I want... you?
Soon it will become clear, I know. But until then I'll just lay in a bed of my own filth, perverted and sick.