Why did you give the last of your food to that poorly disguised mimic? You were finally at peace with letting go, but now this odd thing won’t leave you alone and is even turning itself into various items in an attempt to aid you.
You’ve had a voice counting down in your head ever since you were born, it would repeat the number and go on to the next only after certain events, you were never able to make sense of it until you reached 1
Im gonna shuffle my giant playlist of every song i like and if the very first one that plays isnt exactly what i want to hear right this second im gna lose it