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Thankfully I can still sleep but when I sleep pico, girlfriend and boyfriend aren't here. It's usually empty and vast.
I don't actually know how long I've been here. I havent tried to make any more characters. Pico BF and GF feel more and more like they're acting on their own. I know it's just me doing it.
But maybe it's become second nature.
Some things spawn against my will. It's both helpful and terrible. The cats from Pico's house come keep me warm at night.
I don't get cold.
I miss my senses.
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12-3-2021
I'm going to bed. I feel like part of me is trapped in this book. I don't remember what I write and I can't seem to look back at the chapters.
I feel tired.
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