It's from a horror poet/author from back home. Around this time last year I got disgustingly into him. Like it was a compulsion, almost! (It was. It was a bad time. But he writes good stories.)
Anyway, yeah, when I first showed up, uh. I had to talk about my feelings after Never Mind transported me to a river full of blood and the corpses of my loved ones. And the longer I went without talking about the corpses, the worse they decomposed. Fun way to jostle my brain into how this place works.
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Like it was a compulsion, almost! (It was. It was a bad time. But he writes good stories.)
Anyway, yeah, when I first showed up, uh.
I had to talk about my feelings after Never Mind transported me to a river full of blood and the corpses of my loved ones.
And the longer I went without talking about the corpses, the worse they decomposed.
Fun way to jostle my brain into how this place works.