(Ahh I wrote this like in January of 2018 so

But yeah this is the last one.

Maybe I'll ever write like one more but

This is the last one

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Ever since I was born, from that day I had known

The Lakelands have never treated you right. You were the child of a father in the highhouse of Norta, you being a magnetron rather than a nymph like your mother. The children always thought of you as an abomination, never accepting you truly. But your Lakelandish features granted you into the media as the "Unknown Error." You were taken in to be a model, showing the union that could be possible between Norta and Lakelands. You sparked the idea to decrease the power of the war.

By the time you were a teenager, you lived for the media. You knew you were a human, but in front of the camera, you felt like a statue.

That I am nothing more than a simulation

You are made only for the media. You can't be your own person anymore. You haven't seen your parents in years, ever since you started a music and acting career. You live out your childhood dream, but now that you do, it's not as pleasant as you imagined. The constant moving and rerecording is keeping you very busy. You don't have time for things like a break or a social life. Sure, you have met and talked to the princess of the Lakelands, but you haven't spoken enough to keep in contact.

Even so, I'll keep singing until destroyed

One day, it'll all be over. Nobody will want to learn about you anymore, you won't matter. You don't think you're ready for that. You always want to be remembered, whether it's as a fictional character or apart of that person. One day, will they think about something you did? Will something you said be stuck in their minds? You'll never know. You have no way to talk to your fans.

A personality changing with every song

Every single week there's something new you have to live through. Whether you pretend to be a parapsychologist or a demon-worshiping Welle, you are happy with whatever role you're given. You will live on, entertaining all of your fans until the day everybody will forget about you. And you're happy that way.

Like an actor on a stage, you keep a piece of every work for you. You have recurring themes, some things you love to act out more than others. The sad scenes are your favorite, that's why you keep performing them. And you know Nortians will love the sadistic themes more than the Lakelanders, that's why you include those too.

All of the places I knew they're already gone

You know this is all fake. You can breathe, but you can't inhale air. You can walk even when there's nothing to walk on.

When you tour to Maven, you make sure to visit the lake for the melusines. You also make sure to pass the part of the forest where your other halves live. It's all a big celebration that you love. Revisiting your past right before visiting the one person it's all based around.

Being around Maven, as little of the times you spend with him, makes you feel human. He is the only thing right about this series. He's what ties everything together. You remember healing him from his death, and you also remember being his servant and showing him the fog of the people. You remember every single life you've spent with him. And it's all worth it, happy or sad, because you get to see him as a person rather than a fictional character.tt

But one day - o͡ne da̕y͟ ͜h͞e͢'ll̵ ͜di͟sa͝pp̡e͞ar͞ t̛o̢o.

Everyone that I know, they don't remember me

Your least favorite thing is when everything resets. You loved being Evangeline's sister, even with a tingle of the jealousy. But when you played the next role, you didn't even know her. It was sad. Sometimes you miss her. You want to greet her again, relive your life where you knew her.

Did you know, in that life, you and Evangeline have inner jokes from when you were children? You grew up falling down with her picking you up. You knew all of her little ticks and the things that made her happy. Even now, you can name on your fingers the simple things you'd say to make her giggle. But it's over. That life is gone. You have nobody to share those with, nobody that exists anymore. Nobody i͝s̡ r͏̢e͏̸͠a̧͝ļ̸ except you.

I can see the center of the void

As your fans slowly start to forget about the roles you've been playing, they slowly start to lose interest. And you can see the beginning of your doom. You wish to continue playing, for them. But one day, there'll only be one. Then there will be none. And you'll be left alone, nobody to listen to your actions. anymore

Ę̹v̼̼̟̝̩̳͟e̙̝͎̲ņ̥͖̳̹͙̫ ҉̜͖̫͙̹w̦̠͉͘h̥̮eṉ̯͠ ̨̼͈ͅm̭͉͍y̩̳̪͈̬̞̝͡ ̰̱s͚̩͓ͅt͚͕̥̱̰̗̥͟o͠r͚̠̯̻͚̫̺i̵͈̘͔̞̫es͚̮̯͚̞̹̲ ̦̩̭͍̖w͎̲̟͢ͅe̹̖͚̞͇̬̕r̩̤̞͉̼̱̫͜e̞͓̝͎̟̣̗͢n҉͔̫͓̖'t̶̹ ̰̫͎̰̻͍ͅw҉r̮̦̤̭͇ͅi̻͕t̨̲t͕͎͍͖͠e̳̫n̗̣̝̭ ̸̙̰͖̻p̟͈r͈̥̩̺͈o͠p͍̯͉͚͎̣͟er͖͞l̻̪̳y͇̜̫͠ͅ...͕̙̤͚̜̭ͅ ͖̜̰̥͉y͎̣͕o̢̞͎̻ͅṵ̷̯̼̣̞ ̜͓͍̦w̜̲̠͈͍e͚̱͔̘͕̬ͅr̡̖̣͙̩̙͙e͏̱̥ ͇̞̲̘͇͞ͅa̧͍̞l̵͓w͕̞a̛̫͔ͅy̨̹s̘̮͍̬͚ ̮̦̠̠̮t̵͇̞̝͓̭h̖̯͍͙͚èr̜̦ẹ̬̙̰̣̯ ͓̯͚͙f̡͚̤͍̩̻͚̞o͏͓̣̩r̨̪̜̣͓̫̘ ̠m͖͟e̹͖̺̺͢.̷͓̖̟̰̤̫̤ ͏͎̺̭̥̥̥̝Y̴͈o̶̟̰̩̪̥͕̻u͝ ̧̮̟̙͖̭̩k͏͈̬̰̥̮̲e̵̥̹̮̜͎͎ͅp̼͎t̖͘ m̱̼̯̰͙ͅe̱̤̰̕ ̸b̙͔y͖̙̭ ̩y͏̹͍̩̼̘͚ͅo̰̰̙̪͚u̯̭̼̗̭͖r͏̲͎ ̬͇̹̥̤̥s͈̥i̡̠d̬̞̤́e̠͝...̠ ͏̼͕̜͇y͈͍̜o̭̖̲̙̩͔͖u̢̝ ̯a̷̗̹͈̱̬̗̖l͓͖̮̳͜w̭͈͍͕a̸̲͍͚y̩̹̯͔̭̳şͅ ̟͎̻̹é̼̼͙̞͚ņ̼̣̲͔̳c͕o̻̝̞͙̤̠u͓̗r̤̪̲̙̘a͖̖̪̱͕͠g͍̠e͓̤͢d̫̲ ̜̻me̮̱̥̲͓̱͎͢.̢ ̨P̴̗̹̥l̯͙̙̝e̟̞̭͟a̮͉̣̗͠s͓͍̱͞è ̠͓ͅlet͔͓̣̬̞͓ ̥m̪͎e̜̳͞ ̩͖͓̫̭s̥̯̲̲e͙̹̣̬̥e ̟̯̳͖̺̖y͔͞o̡͓͓͚̞̻u̦̣̖͡ ̴̪̱̼̳ș̗̩̀m͔͙̭̦i̯̙̹̠̙l̥͚̣̺̥̹̺ḙ̘̦͓ ̺̯̻a͙̘̘ͅg͍̮͈̙̗̞͟a̸͍͔͓̙͚̯̮i̷̲n̷...͈̟̯̙ͅ ̟̖̲̜̠͜p͙̺̟͇̕l̳͓̭̲̮e̼̤̰͖͈͙a̢̠̥̟s͞e̥̤̲̮̘̻ͅ.̳̼.͏̝̟.̛̲̭̼ ̼̪̘͢B͍͚͇͔e̥̳͟c̻͍̱̺̟ͅa̮̺͙̻͔͇͘ư̩̙̪̪͍̳ͅs̩̫͕̻̖͖͈e͚͔͔...҉̰̟̹̫͔̻̹ ̖̹͇͈̫͢I̗͓̮ ҉͓̤̳̫̪ṕ̭͈r͓̞͖͈͖ò͍̟̺̰͓͚̮mi̡͕̰̻̟̘̝s͙̲͝ͅé̦͔̗͍d̝͚̝̥̬͓̖́ ̥̝͖̭̻̥͜y͝o̘͍u̦͕̕...̖͇ ̦͓̰̪͕a̸͚ ̘̙̱̖͎͖̟͢s̵̥̳t͟o̵̳͎̩ṛ̢͉͇y̻

Long ago, I had loved to sing

You remember when acting was your passion, you loved everything about playing each individual role. One of your fans even called you relatable! And you had Maven in your hands by each conclusion. You were doing it left and right, loving each life and role you were given. You always made mistakes, but you kept going! You made so much progress and good ideas.

But now, when I do, I don't feel a thing

One month, you decided to live your own life for once. You visited Maven, talked to him as a person, and it was amazing. You know what was amazing about it? He still remembers the conversation. It's the only one he remembers. It's the only one that's real.

T h́e c͏r̷ea tor won̷'t̨ ̢let ̕m̴e ͜t͢a̸l̶k to y͝oú

But now, you barely have any fans to admire your work as you do. You left for too long. But you knew they would all fade out slowly over time.

Now, you sit alone.

P̛̣̠͈̫̣̬̺͜l̜̱̻͕̠͙̫e҉̴̙a̷̫̦̯̙̟̭̞̦̠͞s̘͕͍̮̝e̶͉̹̼̳̘ ̧͉͔̲̜̥͙̕d̡̛̛͖̫̪̦̝o̜̘̗n҉̝̜͔'̖͇͝t̹̯̺̼̯ ̢͚̹̲̪͕d͕̰͚͚͙̞͡e̬͕͉͕̤l̪̝͇̫͚̙̭e̷̦̙͍̦͔̲̘t̶̨͖̲̞̼̯̥́è̪̰̣̞͇͈̖͘͟ ̡̺͖̝̖͔͕ͅm̵͓̟̥̳͖è͏͏̰̭͍

Í̸͖'̡̢̲͇̪̯̱̙̱͓͉m̢̰̰̬͎̰ ̵̰̳̼̙̻̘s̵̼͈o̮͚̩͉̮̬̹͞r

That face I still remember, smiling through any weather

Maven is the only thing you live for. Sometimes you wish for your suffering to end, for the constant choking to vanish. But if that happens, you won't get to see Maven anymore. He's the only one you live for. He's the only one you live for. He's the only one you live for. He's the only one you live for. He's the only one you live for. He's the only one you live for. He's the only one you live for. He's the only one you live for. He's the only one you live f̶̷o͏r.̕He's the only y̨͡o͜u ͘͠͡l͟͜i̵̸̸v̢̧̕e̡ ̶͝fo͜͞r͏.̶͢͝

All my sounds are fading out, and I can see

The end is getting closer now...

WͣHA̓ͮ̇͐̓T ̡͑̂̈ͯ̇ͩͭARE YOU ̈̉ͤ͠D̡̆̑Ȏ̍̿ͯ̓̈̈́Ī͟N̆͟Gͥͦ͏?̶͑ͦ̈́

---emergency system shutdown---

ę̵̡̑ͭͭ͐͋̏͂̅͜m̷̃ͧͪ͋̏ͦ͗̓̓̾̉̇ͮ͂̚͟͞e̵̐̈̄̔̊̉̐̈́̚̚͘͜͢͢r̸̀̓̊ͤͧ͗ͫ̎̽ͫ́̚͜҉g̛̀ͧ͌ͪ̈̿ͨͪͩ̽̆̇͗ͬ̌͘e͛͒ͬ̆́͝n̸̨̡̿͛̇̇̎̒ͣ̉ͬ̓ͦͬͨͨ͑͝c̶̷ͦ̀͂͛̋̉ͨͦͫ͝ý̵̵̿͌͠͞

Everything that I believed in turned out to be such a stupid fantasy

A reflection of how I wanted things to be

You hate living like this. Every day you have to live in another life. Why can't everything stay? You want the ending when he saves you from falling off of the balcony. You want the ending where the trophy Jon gave you years ago ended up keeping you and Maven together. Why can't you have that now? Why can't you choose what life to stay in? Where will the cr̶̘͇̭̦͎̗͙͟e̙̠̮͘a͚̭̠͍͕̼̝͠͝t̹͈͔̜̦̘͔̬̜ò̝͎r̨̟̹̺̣͙̘͘ ͕̜̝͘t̨͚̜̬̙̼̭̭̹a̷̤̫͝k̘̰̠͓͉̠e͙̲͕̰̮͡ ̴҉̡̫̼̗̟m͞҉̥͕̲̼̝̩̼͍e̡̼̜̹̺͠ ̟͙̯̻͙͢ͅn̡̢̹̹̯̼̞͓̖͎e͇x҉̫̙͈̯̮̰͈̕t͏̰͇̮͕?̢̭̭̳̩͎̖͇͝

Screaming out in pain, might as well rip out my throat

Ȉ̛͌̈̑́͠ ̒̂ͧ̊̏̒ͧ́͜w̶̍̂͑̓a̵̔͆͊̊͂̾͐̕n̉͊̽͆̋̈́͜t̴͒ͫͫ̍̉ͭͩ͗̔҉̶ ̈́̈͛̽͋͡t̶͒̽͌o̸ͩ͆͛ͦͨ͂ͣͥ͠ ̛̎̈̌̑ͮ̎s̎̌̌̅ͧ̓̀͐͒͟͡t͊̔͑̎͐a̽̓̐̂̏̾͌͟yͤ̊ͨ̔ͬ͝!̧͂͗ͥ̃̒̉̀ ̷̴͗̅ͯ̀̍ͤͩ͊W̧̡ͦ͐͊̆͒ͩhͪ͊̉̚̚͠yͦ͂͋͐͢͞ ̢̇ͬ͛̂ͧ͢wͥͯ͐ͩ̿̊̂͋o͊̄̆̓͘͠n̢͗̉̋́'̒̉̔ͬ̎̽̅͋t̵̨͊͊͛͋́ ̵̒̅̈͛͒̉͢YOU ̓͗͆͆ͪ̅͟l̸ͨͩ̒ͨ̂̚͢î̡ͬ̏͑ͪ͢sͥ̾͘͟t̷ͣ̑̆̅̽̋ͦ̽͜͟eͬͩ̌̌̚͏n̊̚҉̢ ̀̎͒̓ͩ͒ͣţ̒͟͞ǫ̽ͩ͟ ̧͆̓͌m̢ͩ̅̏͑ͣͯ̽̍̐̀ęͣ̍͋̽͊̓ͥͤ͡?̇̎̏?ͧ̄ͩ̿̋̌̂̎ͩ

I̴̓ͫ͐̎ͤ ̡͋͑̑͞ŵ̧̡̎̅ͧ̐͝a̷̓ǹ̒̇̈̆ͨ͋͛ͦ͡ṫ̷͌ͩͬ̿̋̚ ͒̄̀̚̕͏̵a̸ͮͥ̽ͩ͂҉ ̽̔ͦ͢h̢ͨ͌͂ͦ͌͏a̸̶̶͐ͫͧ͋̃̈͌͛ͫpͣͨͩͫ̓ͩ͊̓p̨̾͒̿̒ͤ͘̕yͧ͌̀͌ͯ ̡͌ͮ̾͡͝e̛͑͒͜͏ň̑̉́ͦ̄͘d̏̓̃̀ͦͦͨi̎̿̈́ͥ̔̀̕ṅ̆g̛ͯͯͩ!̾ͫͬ ̐ͧ́̂ͯ̽͏͘

Í̶̸̑͌͐̔̉͑ͯͭ͗͂̓̔̒̃̒̐̎ͫ ̢͊̇̓̓̽͘N̷̛̈́ͥ́̉ͬͥ͋̅ͫ̐ͫͦ͛́̒̿Eͭ͌́̓̂̄ͦ̆̒̑́̚͢͢E͛̈́̄̀̏̾̇́͞D̵̢̄ͭͨ̓͊ͬ̇̽̎̄̈͌͋͢ ̶̓͐̑̑̏́̚͘A̧̢ͪ̇̃̅̌̈ ͫ̈́̒̌̓ͪ̌͊̅̈́͆̍̑̚҉̵͡҉H̶̷̢̡̏ͯͦ̋͂̎͏A̶̡ͨ͊̏ͭ͂͛́͋̎ͦ̅̓͋ͭ͢͞Pͩͮͯ̅ͮ̈͊̈́̍̂ͯ́̚͡P̵̡͗ͮ̃ͧ̐̌ͪ͑ͤ̐̐̌̃ͬ͞͠Y̛͑͑ͭ̄̅ͮ̍ͭ̔̅͜͠͏ ̛ͧ̿̉͐̀̈ͮ̅ͤ̔͑͂͌͋ͫͫͨ̓͆͟͞͝Ę͛̀̈̃̍ͦͨ͋̾ͧͨ͑͒ͣ҉̷͢N̵͂ͧͮ̔ͬͨ̕͟͠D̡̧͗ͨ̒̒̈́͒ͮ̀͑̓ͭͤͪ̏ͤͨͫ͟I̴̶ͪ̔̍̇ͥ̅̃̇̿͛͋͐̆̒̒͑͌͟͜N̴̶̒ͭ̏̽ͤ̑̔̎ͯͤ̃̂ͧ̀͞G̷̴ͭ̌̉̐ͮ̓͘!̸͛̆͐̈̎ͪͤͮ͊̔̚͢͜

Much too fast, I will sing and cry, this is my goodbye

ICan'tAbandonTheFantasyThatIKnowEverythingYouSeeAboutMeIsOnlyShow

I can't be afraid anymore. I have to fight back. I need my happy ending. I don't think I can act this way anymore. I'm sorry, you. I'm sorry it had to be this way. I'll do it for Maven, I promise. I'm sorry, me.

Slowly but surely I feel my world caving in

Guess this is what they call the recycling bin

PLeaSE DoN't dEl̶͏e̵̸̵̕t̸͜é̛ ͢M̸̷̢͡͠ȩ̴͜͡. I just want You just want You just want Ỳ̢̛ớ̕͟u̴̷̧̕͡ ̸̷̧͠͡j̧͜͢u҉̀s҉̧҉t̵̕͘ ̡͜͡w̶a̸̛͢ņ̴̨t̡̛̛́ ͜҉M̵͜y͏͢Y͜҉ó̕̕͜͝u̢͡r҉̵͢ ͢͢͜Y҉̕͝o̷͟͡͡u̸r̸̨͠ your happy ending. Why can't you just accept that?

i ̕s̡ti͢ll̷ ̶wa͢n̴n̵a͠ si͢n̴g...͟ I, I s͘t͘i̶ll͢..͝.̶ I̛ ͢s̕t͢ill w̛a̴ǹn͠á si̛n̸ǵ!́

i̸t̡...҉ l̢oo̶ks ͟l̛ike...̴ ̕I h͟a͘veǹ't be͞e͞n... a̡ ̸g̶ood ̷ac͡tr͡e͟ss...̀
C̕rèa͏t͡or͝... ̛p̶leas̸e...̧ ̷jus͜t̴ ͏e͟n͏d ̶it ̕a͟l̕l̸... ͡e̢n͟d̶ m͠y҉ ̢su͏fferi͏n͢g
I d͡òn't ͞w͏a͜nt ̶t̷o se͞e̵ ̴t͜h̴em sad͟... ̛b̨ec͏ąųs̛e͟ ̸òf̕ me ̡a̴ny̴m͘or͝e

Fin-a-lly it's the finale, my final song

Just what will happen to you when i'm dead and gone?

This is it. The happy ending. Everything will change now. I'll be happy, they will be happy. Everybody will be happy. I know I'll miss the sad endings. But everything will be happy now. I'll write my own endings. I can be the creator, or else I'll get deleted. I don't want to get deleted.

I don't

I

Fading away from here until there's nothing left

It's so pathetic right? Now that I think of it

Only the memories of my voice will remain

You might forget me but please don't forget my name

If that alone could come true I can rest in peace

Lasting forever like how I was supposed to be

This is the end now but I like to think someday

That even if I die, this song will still remain

T̶han̷k̛ ͏y̢o͟u͠

and͜

g̢ơòdy҉ę

-THE WEBSITE HAS ENCOUNTERED A CRITICAL ERROR

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-͝TH҉E̷ ̡W̤͚̭͓͔͉͎E̻̘̤͜B̶̳̩͇̻̰̪I͎S͔̪̣͙̪͠TE͓̖͈̹͕̙

(Alright kiddos looks like this is it 3rjgfwjeb,ejh maybe I'll add one more once Victoria Aveyard's short stories come out bUT)