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Freeze Peach 🍑 crescent / 2nd in command / roses's brother
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Strange enough I had a dream about you Vicky. I haven't checked your socials in over a month because I don't care about your existence but for some reason you reappeared in my dream. It wasn't lucid enough for me to control everything that was happening but I did have a say in some of it.
You showed up to the factory I worked while I was on break. You wanted to confront me but also talk to me about what I did to you. For some reason you wanted to corner me in the truck depot with no one around like you were trying to assault me. I wasn't afraid of you but I was ready to fight you if you decided to swing on me.
I can't remember much but this version of you was so low in life, so depressed. The look on your face when you first saw me and the dwelling in your eyes. I was surprised but also satisfied seeing the suffering. I got what I wanted and I think me seeing you in the dream reminded me of that but you were being tough to get my attention while also needing to spill out your regrets with the way you treated me, with what you taken away.
I don't dwell on it, and again I literally forgot about you but for you to come into my dream again with this demeanor was strange. I check your instagram just to see if it had anything to do with it, you still haven't streamed or posted again. I checked your account on here, you were logged in at 3 in the morning lurking. It's as if I created this dark cloud over you that you cannot get rid of.
It's like... whatever curse you had before was replaced with whatever one I gave you and it just made your life a loop of getting nowhere. Yeah you get a job, scrape by. Your new addiction is Kratom. (Also the FDA is thinking of placing it in Schedule 1. LOL, it is a highly dependent substance.) You get new boyfriends just to be disappointing if you ever get any. And meanwhile I may not have my desires but I have way more dignity, cut down on my own habits and have been staying very optimistic with the things I want.
Our goals weren't to make something generic or just another niche. Our goals were to have a family like group where we could express our censored beliefs and begin to penetrate the walls to reach others just like us. So we don't feel like everything is doom and gloom. We feel a sense of paradise.
So if you still have thoughts about me and what I did, that is your problem. You should have moved on by now. I gave you those stickers because I literally don't even view you as Vicky but just another user on the forum since you so obsessed with Kiwi Farms now because some Kiwis clowned on you for being such a failure at Fishtank. You should have never fucked with me and now you are paying the consequences for the rest of your life. Yes, the rest of your life. And you won't be able to break whatever cycle this is so enjoy it. I have no pity for you. You can't even boot up a stream to keep your relevancy and I'm waiting for you to appear on Kiwi Farms as a contestant that offed themselves or was arrested for a violent meltdown.
You were always nothing. And will always be nothing.
You showed up to the factory I worked while I was on break. You wanted to confront me but also talk to me about what I did to you. For some reason you wanted to corner me in the truck depot with no one around like you were trying to assault me. I wasn't afraid of you but I was ready to fight you if you decided to swing on me.
I can't remember much but this version of you was so low in life, so depressed. The look on your face when you first saw me and the dwelling in your eyes. I was surprised but also satisfied seeing the suffering. I got what I wanted and I think me seeing you in the dream reminded me of that but you were being tough to get my attention while also needing to spill out your regrets with the way you treated me, with what you taken away.
I don't dwell on it, and again I literally forgot about you but for you to come into my dream again with this demeanor was strange. I check your instagram just to see if it had anything to do with it, you still haven't streamed or posted again. I checked your account on here, you were logged in at 3 in the morning lurking. It's as if I created this dark cloud over you that you cannot get rid of.
It's like... whatever curse you had before was replaced with whatever one I gave you and it just made your life a loop of getting nowhere. Yeah you get a job, scrape by. Your new addiction is Kratom. (Also the FDA is thinking of placing it in Schedule 1. LOL, it is a highly dependent substance.) You get new boyfriends just to be disappointing if you ever get any. And meanwhile I may not have my desires but I have way more dignity, cut down on my own habits and have been staying very optimistic with the things I want.
Our goals weren't to make something generic or just another niche. Our goals were to have a family like group where we could express our censored beliefs and begin to penetrate the walls to reach others just like us. So we don't feel like everything is doom and gloom. We feel a sense of paradise.
So if you still have thoughts about me and what I did, that is your problem. You should have moved on by now. I gave you those stickers because I literally don't even view you as Vicky but just another user on the forum since you so obsessed with Kiwi Farms now because some Kiwis clowned on you for being such a failure at Fishtank. You should have never fucked with me and now you are paying the consequences for the rest of your life. Yes, the rest of your life. And you won't be able to break whatever cycle this is so enjoy it. I have no pity for you. You can't even boot up a stream to keep your relevancy and I'm waiting for you to appear on Kiwi Farms as a contestant that offed themselves or was arrested for a violent meltdown.
You were always nothing. And will always be nothing.
I'm struggling with how I want to dive into my next poet like writing. I want it to be big and of great quality. Music to the ears of winds. I think of her but then I don't. I'm so overstimulated I can't see her when I lay to sleep. This is my medicine to take so I can clear the fog. So I can make it a rhythm that only stays in the highs never seeking lows. Oh, yeah I haven't been posting my work for obvious reasons perhaps it can be found on my profile. If you know you know. But I only have had one view for a whole month and I've intentionally unlisted them. It's for her really, whenever she finds me. She's in for a ride when she does, I think they are so hard hitting it may bring her to tears and she won't be able to restrain herself. Her obsession of me is permanent never to sway otherwise. The love she will provide me will spoil my soul, making my guilt everlasting. A love so delicate. I gaslight myself for the confirmation of it being real or not. She's the only one that can make my mind truly be one with ease. When I'm tired, she puts me to sleep so I can rise with clear vision and not clutter. A calmness that is therapeutic to my core. Everything I'm doing regarding the unlisted videos is so she can read the library. No whore nor player will mind to read a page therefore it's the perfect funnel.
So I must continue, even if I start with a mess, I will edit it into a masterpiece so every sentence has more color and I will evolve my skill and my way of words. So it doesn't need to be understood, but the sounds of them easy to feel. So when she feels them, she knows. She doesn't guess but instantly chases me down. Getting my attention needing to know more, about me. So she can obsess.
So I must continue, even if I start with a mess, I will edit it into a masterpiece so every sentence has more color and I will evolve my skill and my way of words. So it doesn't need to be understood, but the sounds of them easy to feel. So when she feels them, she knows. She doesn't guess but instantly chases me down. Getting my attention needing to know more, about me. So she can obsess.