It wasn't supposed to matter. Chara let kids and animals and bugs do whatever the hell they wanted to do with their body because they wanted to die already. But no matter what they do, it's never enough to make their consciousness disappear. What sick god decided to give them sentience?
They've been a paintbrush for toddlers, a urinal for a canine, and chewing gum for a feline. But nothing could be so humiliating as this. The words stick like pins in their cloth skin and how they wished to god they weren't so ugly and abnormal. But what difference does it make if they try to change? They'll be ruined and tossed away anyway. Didn't they already accept this?
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It wasn't supposed to matter. Chara let kids and animals and bugs do whatever the hell they wanted to do with their body because they wanted to die already. But no matter what they do, it's never enough to make their consciousness disappear. What sick god decided to give them sentience?
They've been a paintbrush for toddlers, a urinal for a canine, and chewing gum for a feline. But nothing could be so humiliating as this. The words stick like pins in their cloth skin and how they wished to god they weren't so ugly and abnormal. But what difference does it make if they try to change? They'll be ruined and tossed away anyway. Didn't they already accept this?