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Hi, there!

You've found my story!

Well, our story.

I'm so happy you're here!

I can tell you
ę̶̢̢̡̨̧̛̣̱̫̙̼̹͍̞̬͉͕̲̺̟̬͔͔̪̟͎̭̞̗̮͔̦̲͈͙̰͓͙͉͎̱̱̯̻̙̬̺͍̇͗͛͊̆̔̄̆͒̈͂̓̀͌͐̕̕̚͝ͅv̷̧̢̢̡̢̢̛̛̜̼̝͇̩̻̜͇̖̬͎̙̥͎̮͎̭̬̩̙̼͔͍͍̻͖͚̲̻͓̠̾̇ę̵̡̡̨̡̢̡̛̗̣̱̘͔̳̲̫̻͈̯̫̲̪̬̮͔͍͚̯͎̮̜̗̠̫͕̦͎͓̺̩̺͖͇̠͎̦͎͗͊̆̊̎́͂̋̆̕͜͜ͅͅŗ̸̯̤̥͓̻̮̫͚̼͇̺̠̯̱̮̩͎̰͙̙̬͖̼͍̬̠͔̀̄́͗͐͐̈́̑́̇͋̓͆̏̏̚̕y̶̧̢̛̘̞̪̠̩͇͔̝̐́̿̌̿̏̑́̎̐̑̕͜t̶̡̢̧̮͖̬̲͇̱̜̗̱̩͍͖̤̼̬̠̠͎̤͎̱͉̱̝̤͉͎̮͉̤̟͕̩̮̘͌̎͐͑̏̆͊̽̒́́͐̒͛̀̈́̐̀͌́́̆̋̕̚̕͜͝͝ḩ̸̡̛̯̜̮̩̰̦͙͓͓̾́̓͗̈́̋̑͂͂̓̓̈́̽̓̉͋̽̇̑̋̉͛̌̓̈͌̈́̀̒̊̂̂̈́̚̚̕͘͝i̸̯̳̠͎̇̈́͜ͅn̸̨̢̨̡̻͙̟͇̙͍̥̻̝̟͈̳̭̣͙̹̘͖̞̹͚̞̪͖͉̒̑͂͐̕͜͝g̵̨̧̧̡̛͖̞͈̠͖̻̯͖̞͈̜̞͚̮̗͔̩͈͇̺̺̮̳͔̪̪̱̮͓̖̙͕̉̋̂̎̓̍̓̍̑͐̏̾͊͒̄̔̽̂̂̋̓͛̒̉͊̈̉̑̏̕̚

So let's begin!

Hmm... Where to start... and how to begin...

Since we're getting to know eachother, here's a little fun fact about me: I love music!

So... I'll write my beginning in song.

Actually, I think I already have! Now, where is it...

The man took my hand
Beckoned me close
His face was shrouded
In the depths of his cloak

I'd begun as a little girl
In a life you now roam
With a kitchen, a bedroom
And the closet I called home

My blankets were jackets
My pillow, my shoe
How they crept up my neck
The shadows' dark claws

Or was it my father's?

Or mother's

Or both

So here I now stand
'Cause of a kind old policeman
Who carried me out
And into the sewer

He'd tripped and he'd fallen
And now I forgive him
But not so the man
In the depths of his cloak

His eyes they blinked red
In the sewer's foul stench
A mouth opened wide
And here I now reside

I walk between stories
Hop over the pages
Flip between chapters
And capture my readers

I hope that, one day,
I may find the cloaked man
And bury him deep
In my stomach of words

Oh, it gives me goosebumps!

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.

Oh, are you concerned with the ending?

Don't worry!
I woȕ̴̢l̶̡̳͖̜̬̭̀̔͑͝ḑ̸̧̥̲̯͔̃̀̐͗̊̆̎ b̴̛̺̎̆͆̍͝e̶̛̛̛̙͉͍̝̝̫̙͈̟̞͈̦̽̈́͑͋̀̓̏̔̓̏̍͗͂͗̄͋̚̚͜͝ͅ ̧̡̨̢̡̥̮͇̳̭̱̟͉̥̜̻̜̹̦̩̙̙͓̪̱͍͙͙̭̲̩̯̱͚̣͕̟͙̠̠̘͙̤̽̊̔̉͒̌͆́̄̐͌̿̆̈́͆̏͒̕͜͝ͅt̶̨̧͍̘͚͕͚͔̺̺̼̫̦͙̭̊̈͝ơ̵̡̨̳̞̞̩̪̬̮̲̯̟̯̰͚̳͕̱̥̦͍̟̖̹̭̦̯̲̭̯̯͚̫̹̭̪̼̞̜͆̎̄̾̎̍̀̿̀̊͐̐̄͐͑̔̀́̓̎̋̓̅͒́̈́̿́̿̽̐̀̓̌̆̕̚̚̚̚͝ͅͅo̴̡̧̧̠̝̬͓̫̼̳̟͙͎̬̹͆̀͒̉͂͒͒̎͌̏̓̂͒̄̃͌̂̈͂͋͊̊̆̃̑͐̓̕̚͝͝

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