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I need someone to talk to. I'm an Empty, who are you? Could it be that you are an Empty, too? I must say, you have a breathtaking face. Can't you stay here with me? Can you hold my hand and bask in this moment we are sharing? You may not want to, considering this way I am now is a curse, a cage. I won't be like this for long-please be patient with me! So, I'll ask again: will you hold my hand...? Do you WANT to hold my hand? Maybe, you could be the one to cultivate a rose-a white one, so pure and full of love. One that we could share for all time? That sounds quite pleasant. Seeing a rose bloom and fill us with a warm feeling, one that prod

I feel like I'm in the middle, a sick, twisted game of tug-of-war.         I don't know what to say-to do- to comfort you. I care for you both-in my eyes, you are worth dying for. But not in this way. It's like I'm drowning, I'm in an ocean of sadness. I love you both so much- everytime your beautiful optics become glassy and spill over with tears,  my heart dies.       It feels like, when I'm not there to hold your hand, I haven't done my job. Don't you know I live to protect you? I forget all my troubles when I'm with you, because I'm focused on making each