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✴★✴·.·'¯´·.✴ DAZZLING✴.·´¯'·.·✴★✴ aren't I? Yes. Dressed to impress, I see. Well, ARE you impressed? Yes. But not as intensely as I am upset. Your beauty, it blinds me. Oh, how ★ SPLENDID★! There's no need to see. Just wave goodbye. No. I think instead, I'll hold on. I want to feel how hot this star burns. ✴.·´¯'·.·★DISAPPOINTING★·.·'¯´·.✴ aren't I? No, fascinating. Though cold as death, you feel. Well, AREN'T I dead? Perhaps in spirit. But not in your radiance. Oh, how ·.·★TRAGIC★·.·! Just forget. Don't stare so hopelessly at cold memories. What else should I do, As I wait for you to consume me? Your radiance has suspended my vision. Your touch has frozen all sensation. Won't you deafen my ears with the echoes of your voice? .·✴·PUZZLING·✴·. aren't these disappearing sensations? You seek answers in the obscurations of this interstellar fog, Waiting so patiently to be eclipsed by a dying star. Well, are you eager to join me in my GLORIOUS obsolescence? No. Not eager to join you. But what else am I to do with a broken heart, Knowing I can't save you? all that's left is to become you as I am consumed by the devastation of your dazzling death
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Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 3:15 PM UTC
Bedazzler
✴★✴·.·'¯´·.✴ DAZZLING✴.·´¯'·.·✴★✴ aren't I? Yes. Dressed to impress, I see. Well, ARE you impressed? Yes. But not as intensely as I am upset. Your beauty, it blinds me. Oh, how ★ SPLENDID★! There's no need to see. Just wave goodbye. No. I think instead, I'll hold on. I want to feel how hot this star burns. ✴.·´¯'·.·★DISAPPOINTING★·.·'¯´·.✴ aren't I? No, fascinating. Though cold as death, you feel. Well, AREN'T I dead? Perhaps in spirit. But not in your radiance. Oh, how ·.·★TRAGIC★·.·! Just forget. Don't stare so hopelessly at cold memories. What else should I do, As I wait for you to consume me? Your radiance has suspended my vision. Your touch has frozen all sensation. Won't you deafen my ears with the echoes of your voice? .·✴·PUZZLING·✴·. aren't these disappearing sensations? You seek answers in the obscurations of this interstellar fog, Waiting so patiently to be eclipsed by a dying star. Well, are you eager to join me in my GLORIOUS obsolescence? No. Not eager to join you. But what else am I to do with a broken heart, Knowing I can't save you? all that's left is to become you as I am consumed by the devastation of your dazzling death
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Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 3:15 PM UTC
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