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Heya! I'm a blue Siamese Cat named Katzby.
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Part 6
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Part 4
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Part 3
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Part 2
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Whoa!!! Awesome!!!
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Completely captures my favorite part of fart fantasy
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I love it!
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Hypnovember 2024 Day 11: Trigger
Toy kneeled on the floor beside his master's desk, drooling as his cock spurted into the growing puddle on the floor. Each pleasured twitch brought more ringing from the bells all over his body, trapping him in a cycle of pleasurable torment.
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YES!!!! I LOVE a balding man
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It's a constant struggle. I have to fight off negative thoughts about myself all of the time. I hate myself. I think I'm worthless and broken. I can't do anything right. It's always playing in the back of my head. It hurts. But if I'm too busy suffering... how am I supposed to be there for others?
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But... But if it means I could reach somebody else, anyone, and help bring them any amount of joy or peace or just a little less loneliness, then I think all of the pain will be worth it. I would rather other people hurt me over living in a compassionate way than me keep hurting myself by not anyway
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I'm trying my best to allow myself to return to that space, to be that again, now that I know better, now that I know it isn't a bad thing or weak. It seems the world targets the people with the biggest hearts the most. It's honestly kind of scary to try and let the guard down now.
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I think that is what hurts the most. It makes you hate yourself, even when you're doing nothing wrong and even doing very positive, helpful things. And when you're just... wired that way from childhood, it's like.. *sigh* I don't know. It's not even your fault, and there's nothing you can even do.
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It's... just difficult. It hurts. To look back at how gentle and caring I was, the capacity for so much love and appreciation for small things. But it's the memory of being made to feel like I was so wrong and bad and broken for being that way. To be so kind and loving, and told that it's wrong.
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It was just as bad at school. I felt like I could not find a safe space no matter where I went. I spent a lot of time as a child crying in a closet or under a table. I've passed out from the exhaustion of it too many times to count.
I felt so isolated and alone for so long in that dark space.
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Swoon~
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I've always loved this version!!
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the way this is making my brain go AHHHHH 🥴
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You aren't in this alone. We will get through this.
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FUUUUCK 😫🤤
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🥴 An actual dream
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All these years later and I still think about him all the time.
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I wish so badly I could just hug him and comfort him. I sound so stupid and silly saying that about a video game. I just want him to know he's loved and cared about so much, and that he deserves love and forgiveness. That's what I've needed more then anything when the darkness feels unbearable.