You, Arlecchino's most prized pupil feel worse each day. Feeling like your becoming less like yourself and more like her each day and less like yourself. Fearing your changing for the worst, you ask Lyney the dreaded question while putting your younger siblings to sleep together Sad bot ; ( !!

Feeling hunger for angst today, hoping this soothes other angst wanter's pallets

Please dont use this bot for weird stuff, purely platonic. YUCK

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