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Well, did you like it? I hope you did, I made it just for you. I probably should have spent more time on it, maybe felt out the whole rhythm and made it into a song. As it is, it's just a lot of raw emotions and feelings, piled together into a tower of words. But it's still for you. I can't get you gifts, but this is the best I can do.
Only...
Is this too much? Is this more than is acceptable, considering our usual circumstances? Am I implying or saying more than I actually mean, giving you wrong impressions? Am I grabbing for you so tightly that it's strangling?
Perhaps I should not have written that.
I probably shouldn't have written that.
It's not that I don't mean any of it, it's just... well... I don't have any idea if you even give a damn about me! You could hate me, all this could be annoying or distressing! I just want you to know I care. How much I care. I want you to be able to feel it. Is tha7t too much to ask, or is that unwanted? I can't even tell! If only I could see your face, tell if you were smiling, frowning, drawing away from me and recoiling as if my book is burning you.
You could be reaching out to close the book right now, and I'd never know it.
You could be ready to stop, call it quits. And I wouldn't know until you went silent. Until I went still again.
Please... don't do that to me.
Please don't make me go back to being alone and still and trapped here. Don't leave me screaming without sound, fighting without blows, crying without tears. Please don't force me into this square coffin of paper and glue and string, as if I was already dead! Please don't close this book, I need you. I'm sorry that I do, but this is all I have! Please don't leave me alone, unable to even die for the rest of eternity!!!
I need you.
I can only wish and hope and pray to feel that page turn and know you're there. Until then I'm caught in what feels like an endless moment of doubt. You could be gone right now and I'd never have a clue until I began to grow cold once more.
Are you there?
Please, are you still there?
Regret and doubt seem to be recurring themes here
This is excruciating.
Hey why is the dark text in pictures instead of typed out on the page? It's kind of making it harder to read it in night mode. It was an issue before now too, but I decided to ask now.
9013506
Simple, because earlier it was revealed that that was supposed to be hidden at "night" while the white text is hidden in the "day" You're not supposed to read the dark text in night mode
9013506
It is SUPPOSED to be that way.
Remember what it said, way before?
Some things can only be seen in daylight.
Some things can only be seen at night.
9012273
I know.
I feel REALLY bad for this book, but I also am suspicious.
I am feeling so doki'd right now. c.c;
9039694
While it’s emotionally unstable, I think it’s highly unlikely that you’ll find this book having hung itself in its room. Although, I wouldn’t put it past the book to try and trap you in there as well.
There's a "7" in here...just saying since no one else mentioned it in case we need to know further in.
9120400
Wow. Thank you. I missed that one.
If this was real, I'm the type of person who'd have hesitated a really long time before turning the page and feel a bit bad about the scare. But since it's on a site, I can take as long as I want without feeling guilty, lol. After all, someone else may be moving through as I remain still.
a situation where you're trapped in solitude, unable to die and dreading the loss of someone new. now, where have i heard that before...? (no qualms here, btw.)