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I can't wrap my head around your absence. Perhaps earthly emotions are petty. Then again, Isn't everything hell Compared to heaven? I'm unwell. The worst type, In fact. You couldn't tell, When all your limbs Were intact. What's worse? Screeching for help, Or faking health? Signed, Your faithful infidel
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 3:17 AM UTC
Dear Dearest
I can't wrap my head around your absence. Perhaps earthly emotions are petty. Then again, Isn't everything hell Compared to heaven? I'm unwell. The worst type, In fact. You couldn't tell, When all your limbs Were intact. What's worse? Screeching for help, Or faking health? Signed, Your faithful infidel
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 3:17 AM UTC
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