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'.__.'.__.' `.__.' `.__. ; `-' ' .__.' .:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:..:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:. Welcome! To the mystical website of MYSTICA!!! I am your host to this lovely little place, that I am forever thankful you stumbled across... How did you get here, anyways? I don't think I heard the front door open... If you have this file that means you're here, right? You didn't steal it from someone else??? I hope not! As you can see the page you're upon is very... very... very long and I admittedly cannot judge if you don't wish to read it. Whats important if that you pay attention here- to THIS file. As this special little .txt file houses the most important of my wisdoms... and take a little adventure with me. You were born with an incredibly long road ahead. You are too young to see what its made of... is it brick? Or... dirt? You want something easy on your feet, yes? Let's start walking then. 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But as you walk you start to gain a sneaking suspicion that there is something... something in the shadows. It over takes you senses, suddenly. What is this? You only just started, you only barely saw the world ahead. What could cause this blanket of darkness to cloud your path? Maybe, its in your personality to push through this sudden attack. You're confident, you know what you need to do... push through, get out! You can do it. Or... you're paralyzed. You know the feeling, maybe? You panic, you don't know what to do. That's alright too. I don't judge. But now, will you keep walking into the woods? I do not know you, but you should share the feeling with me. There are three concepts of the mind that will lead your worldview. They can be the best and the worst things in your life. They will hurt but they will save. It is up to you to understand where it takes you. The leash. The thing that keeps you safe. The blood. The thing inside your veins. The sex. The thing that blinds you. You are safe when the leash is around you, tied to something important- your survival. You want it to stay on but the desire of taking it away is so intense, so beautiful to imagine. You try it one time, and your breathing stops. A feeling of euphoria comes to you as you finally breathe again and then, it becomes an addiction. You play with it, the feeling of freedom. The adrenaline of fear, that somehow breeds excitement. A lust for danger, of something unfamiliar. 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You try to see the world in front of you and you try... You try to know someone like you. And when kindness takes its lead you realize you don't know this-- this soft feeling, it is so wrong. You weren't born into this, you cannot know this love. 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The blood. That liquid you love. You always liked to have a look. So small a wound you thought. And then, it grows. When you run back home, damaged by your taste of freedom, the painful familiarity returns and you clip the leash back on. There's a sick relief. But there is an acceptance, it is supposed to be like this. And yet you try again. But you always go back. And it is so confusing, because it hurts, it hurts, it burns your neck with all the pulling and tugging and it leaves scars. Deep painful marks and yet you find yourself enjoying it. You know you enjoy it. But... but everyone tells you- you should have been able to stay with the kindness, to stay with the people that gave you love. And every time you're reminded you feel it deep inside... its running circles around your heart. You watch it just out of reach, between the slats of the fence you sit behind. And your chest burns because it feels so out of reach. But there are things that people do not realize, that it is so painful for those who aren't born with love to know what it is. To see people that don't live like they do- to look at their life like they are from another realm. Because everything that made you who you are... is because we don't have the capability, the humanity to have a different perspective. And I desperately need you to see it. When you escape-- when you truly escape-- you find the sex has taken over. The euphoria of freedom has blinded your senses. It feels good. So good you don't know where it ends. Your head is dizzy, the pleasure is clouding all rational thinking, all logical conclusion. You don't know how to act- for yourself or for others. When you finally get out you start to learn in such a reckless way... you hurt yourself, you hurt others, you make every mistake you never wanted to make. Suddenly, you fear you have simply done it now too. You leashed the ones you loved. You bled them in your home. 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"But you can try your best." .:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:..:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:. hxda wngc orun cnuub j bcxah xo jw jmenwcdana'b zdnbc cx lxwcrwdn cqnra yjcq cqaxdpq cqn fxxmb jwm rwcx cqn qnjac xo j mxvjrw cjtnw xena kh j crvn njcrwp majpxw. fqjc fruu cqnh bnn, rw cqn cnjab xo anjurch byurc frmn rw oaxwc xo cqnv? fqjc fxaumb ngrbc knhxwm cqn enru? fruu cqn majpxw kn cjvnm, xa truunm oxa cqn cnaaxa rc qjb rwourlcnm dyxw cqn fxaum? "crvnmajpxw.cgc"