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There's a candy on my nightstand. I don't remember putting it there. The wrapper is red, or maybe Pink, it's hard to tell in this light. I find myself holding it sometimes. That soft sound it makes as i roll it through my palm, that little crinkle, like it's trying to say something. I find myself twisting one end, then twisting it back. I think about opening it. I think about it a lot, actually. How would you react, if i gave in? it's probably better if I wait. The wrapper is red, or maybe Pink. Either way, It'll still be there tomorrow. It's always still there tomorrow.
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1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
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There's a candy on my nightstand. I don't remember putting it there. The wrapper is red, or maybe Pink, it's hard to tell in this light. I find myself holding it sometimes. That soft sound it makes as i roll it through my palm, that little crinkle, like it's trying to say something. I find myself twisting one end, then twisting it back. I think about opening it. I think about it a lot, actually. How would you react, if i gave in? it's probably better if I wait. The wrapper is red, or maybe Pink. Either way, It'll still be there tomorrow. It's always still there tomorrow.
I dislike candies, they are very cloying.
BadMusician
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Jun 3, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
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