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I feel like writing a weird monologue, so here.

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Pillars of glass and steel rip themselves into the bleeding sky, their loftiness as if a tyrant, ruling his subjects with inhuman and machine-like lashes upon their backs. The lines that connect them as if cobwebs spun on the once beautiful sky, now reduced to the hue of flesh. The mind conjures images of trees, rocks, and rivers, as to surround itself with the grace of God's creation, to disappear from this dystopia. Not a soul is created to live in this empire of machines, where the purely material instills its hegemony to these mourning souls, unable to relate to this machine of torture, with this dense forest reflecting alienation from its unforgiving trees that stand above me. This shadow haunts me, instilling this.. feeling of loss into my psyche, as if it were a long-past soul who loved me. As if it calls to me, to join it in its journey far from here. Far from this mortal plane wherein I had found nothing but sadness.
 
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I'm sorry you got no reply
 
Not weird enough, you didn't penised the unwielder of cock.
 
nice prose nigger
 
Not one word
 
I don't know how to reply, so I'll post an anime gif

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i gave up after about 10 words
 
Read every word tbh
 
didn't read ngl
 
monologues me
 
Pillars of glass and steel rip themselves into the bleeding sky, their loftiness as if a tyrant, ruling his subjects with inhuman and machine-like lashes upon their backs. The lines that connect them as if cobwebs spun on the once beautiful sky, now reduced to the hue of flesh. The mind conjures images of trees, rocks, and rivers, as to surround itself with the grace of God's creation, to disappear from this dystopia. Not a soul is created to live in this empire of machines, where the purely material instills its hegemony to these mourning souls, unable to relate to this machine of torture, with this dense forest reflecting alienation from its unforgiving trees that stand above me. This shadow haunts me, instilling this.. feeling of loss into my psyche, as if it were a long-past soul who loved me. As if it calls to me, to join it in its journey far from here. Far from this mortal plane wherein I had found nothing but sadness.
This is no monologue
This is the first few paragraphs of your novel.
Write, release it UNLEASH THE BLACKPILL ON THESE NORMIE RETARDS
 
Over for writingcels
 

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