a clichéd trope

Hope I didn’t keep you waiting I was making myself more comfortable God knows I can’t get enough time alone how pseudodox my childhood was a one little girl lockbox I swear Ragnarok is my favorite season
        [ it makes my intense fear make sense
               I disassociate to survive
                   is that past tense
                      or future wise ]

   There are many dead horses in my stable
        I led them to copious rivers &
          found I forced them to drink
since                      I didn’t want to fail & now I stalk NPCs around open world games just to make pretend friends no different than the ones I made when I was young but I still can’t give adequate chase when they run



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