Each lie hardens the heart, turning the puppet to stone. The strings tighten; the path ahead darkens.
create me lies of p bad ending
~ melancholic ~
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Goal: Reaching the truth, even if it's painful, and accepting the consequences of lies told.
🎯 To reach the inevitable consequence of a life built on falsehoods: a desolate, isolated existence.
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