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Feel the degradation of your mind, reality blurring into fantastic until nothing makes sense and you talk to ghosts who are more solid than your memories. Follow a purpose to cling onto something, anything, and pray the rot will spare you that much.

Stuck in the loop between death and after, watch the smile and experience the end.

Manipulate structure to create something old, an imitation that fails to even move alone. Pour into it too much until it breaks, then watch it try to reconstruct a normal form, one it’s not ashamed of.

Drain my life by clinging tighter, eyes watchful, never wavering, until we both fall asleep forever.

A voice that coaxes your actions, guiding your path, forming your personality, taking control of your being until you can’t remember who you are, what you’re doing, or why it ever mattered.

Rewrite the memories to avoid an imprint that will destroy everything. Struggle to hang on to a sanity long stripped away, while the fast-pace of events refuse to pause and you are swept along to disaster.

Strip the insides of memories, some which still hurt to throw away, some you can’t remember why they were important. Strip and strip until there is nothing left, and then begin again.

Playback the awkward and speed up the skill. Cut together the progress and upload for judgement. Submit and wait for approval.

Measure my worth through physical attributes, whether they are used or not and decide to pursue a dream of what could be, not noticing the reality that already presents itself.