My Dark Place Alone, A short read by Rookie.

[Rookie]

Uhhh. That was directed at mrlolop... No offense?

just realized that before you posted :c
/wrists

OH HEY LOOK WHATS THIS VOID THING

I remember cold, extreme cold, the kind of cold that seems to trick your body into believing it's warmth before freezing your smaller extremities off. But that was the past. Now the cold has been replaced by another feeling, a warmth, a humid warmth that makes you sweat and want water. The days have ran together, innumerable days, years perhaps now, the putrid stench that makes up the air inside my own starfish I have become accustomed to.
 
Luckily for me before I started writing extremely poncy and pseudo-emotional stuff that barely constitutes poetry on the internet I shoved my laptop up my ass, now at least I can tell you about what it's like...

Kinda threw the mood off.

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[mrlolop]

I remember cold, extreme cold, the kind of cold that seems to trick your body into believing it's warmth before freezing your smaller extremities off. But that was the past. Now the cold has been replaced by another feeling, a warmth, a humid warmth that makes you sweat and want water. The days have ran together, innumerable days, years perhaps now, the putrid stench that makes up the air inside my own starfish I have become accustomed to.
 
Luckily for me before I started writing extremely poncy and pseudo-emotional stuff that barely constitutes poetry on the internet I shoved my laptop up my ass, now at least I can tell you about what it's like...

I think what the quoted user is getting at is that he lives in his own ass, and he is depressed inside his own ass.

[keonesan]

I remember cold, extreme cold, the kind of cold that seems to trick your body into believing it's warmth before freezing your smaller extremities off. But that was the past. Now the cold has been replaced by another feeling, a warmth, a humid warmth that makes you sweat and want water. The days have ran together, innumerable days, years perhaps now, the putrid stench that makes up the air inside my own starfish I have become accustomed to.
 
Luckily for me before I started writing extremely poncy and pseudo-emotional stuff that barely constitutes poetry on the internet I shoved my laptop up my ass, now at least I can tell you about what it's like...

Oh god lol. Disturbing but lol.