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They call me “L,” as in the letter. As in the twelfth letter of the alphabet. They do not call it out to me, but I have seen them refer to me by it many times. I don’t call myself by a letter, number, word or anything for that matter. I suppose it is because I am uncomfortable in naming someone I do not know. This is probably hard to understand. How can a person not know themselves? Easily. I’m not sure when I was born, but I do know that I have been living in a small scientific research facility since I can remember. I am a female, but I have never seen myself in a mirror. I have occasionally seen a quick glimpse o
Blue Eyes
Naivety
by =detail24
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of course I'm out of my mind, it's dark and scary in there
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piss off, fascists!
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Zab
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"and it feels like
that the only way is the wrong way"
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Zab
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Work less for less work.
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loser-chan, reporting.
thanx
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They are driven by a strange desire.
Unseen by the human eye.
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---I am a figment of the concept of your imagination---
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