Since many of my stories not only exist on that bigger pastebin, I've decided to delete more than half of the copies I had here so those trainwrecks don't have to be seen here because I can only make up to 25 pastes unlisted anyway. Limits are not my favorite thing.
I have cleared out many things here now. Making it more suitable for where my life is going.
I have left many things behind. Making it more suitable for where my life has been.
Sometimes, I feel like backwards is forwards. But either way is just slightly downward with each movement in the end.
Existence is descent. Nonexistence is ascension.
I'd get rid of my identity of who I am on the inside if I had one to begin with. Something needs to be there to replace once I insert whom I want to be into my shoes. Might as well make some room on this account.
The day before this one was the EQUINOX. Not Spring Cleaning. The polar opposite of Spring Cleaning.
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The beautiful words split by The Seas. The Seas split by Absolute Space.
Beautiful visual effect... approaching from out at sea... appearing to descend from the sky... ascend from the depths.
 
And everything's alright.
 
Everything's alright.