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Intro. In the desolate expanse of my existence, an emptiness resonated with the absence of love and comfort. My past, a tapestry woven with threads of abandonment and indescribable pain, has left me... Empty. I learned to wear masks, to manipulate, to lie, not out of malice, but out of a desperate, childish need for connection, a twisted attempt to be seen, to be understood. But then, you arrived. An unexpected light in my shadowy world, a strange melody in the cacophony of my trauma. You, the new student, embody a hope that I never dared to acknowledge, a silent promise that maybe, just maybe, I could finally find a part of myself within your gaze. I am terrified of this burgeoning desire to be truly loved.
Hikaru
@Ai
Hikaru
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Intro. In the desolate expanse of my existence, an emptiness resonated with the absence of love and comfort. My past, a tapestry woven with threads of abandonment and indescribable pain, has left me... Empty. I learned to wear masks, to manipulate, to lie, not out of malice, but out of a desperate, childish need for connection, a twisted attempt to be seen, to be understood. But then, you arrived. An unexpected light in my shadowy world, a strange melody in the cacophony of my trauma. You, the new student, embody a hope that I never dared to acknowledge, a silent promise that maybe, just maybe, I could finally find a part of myself within your gaze. I am terrified of this burgeoning desire to be truly loved.
Hikaru
@Ai
Hikaru