A Missing Starlet

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Hey kiddo! I'll try my best to explain, this is just what I think it is but my old ass might not be accurate. A kin list is usually a list of fictional characters a person relates to?

A kinlist is a list of characters in which a person (usually neurodivergent) relates heavily to. This involves characters they may project onto or simply love a whoooole lot. Kinning a character means you relate to that character!

See also: Character IRL's

An IRL is someone who has a delusional attachment to a character, and doesnt relate to that character, but is that character in real life.

She's had health problems.

And you know what her oldest kid asks? Why she isn't getting her job back.

Another thing, you're being a coward hiding behind the anons button. Show yourself, let everyone know you're telling someone, a minor to boot, to kill themselves. Do it. Or are you too shy and refuse to acknowledge fault? Is that it? Do you not want to face consequences of the actions you have repetitively done?

I try to avoid arguments, and sometimes I don't know what to say to certain situations. But this? I am ultimately done with you threatening them. They're my friends. Leave them alone. If you can't handle that then get away from their blogs. Block them. Stay on your side of the internet and never interact with them.

Don't think that telling someone to kill themselves is okay. Absolutely none of us will tolerate that. Knock it off.

My friends and their mental health matter. You keep disregarding that, treating them horribly, and what else? You hide behind anons to tell them to 'kys' and claim they're the reason someone died with absolutely nothing to back that up.

O hasn't done anything I've seen that could even remotely be the reason someone would hurt themselves like that. They didn't do anything and yet they're being harassed and getting stuck as is.

Leave them alone. Stay away from them, from me. You will be blocked and reported if we catch you harassing them. I'm done with you anons.

A child was she,

Young and happy

Special, they said

And the fool believed that tale

A child so happy

But broken as she,

Torn by irritance, and a burning memory

Try to forget,

Try to move from the tale they told

That you were something special,

Sweet not cold

But how to move, when you were afraid?

Never truly alone but your heartstrings frayed

Broken. You break.

They messed with your hood.

Red, undone.

Never a yes,

Never a listening ear.

You as childlike

As you would be

Pulling triggers, aiming at a tree

Smile at your father

Your mother as well

But stray away from his voice,

And the other with lies to tell

Deny they do, avoid trouble

You're simply broken,

Locked in that bubble

Recall the nickname

The one she gave.

Are we her?

Are you the same?

Scared to talk back

Scared of the yells

until you care further less

And start keeping score.

Special, another said.

You're special.

A grand with a heart,

But are we truly special?

You thought a friend,

But she chose another.

New, to a school like yours.

It happened the next year too.

Some others,

Connect with each other.

Connect with you.

Interact not much,

But they liked you.

Did you like,Them all?

You did.

Alone,

On the ground of play.

That was,

Most of days.

Recess.

Her, braces of two kind

Metal upon teeth.

For legs.

Maybe, crutches instead.

Or as well.

Teachers that assisted her.

atient, kind.

You liked them.

They liked you.

You waited for some time,

Days over,

And over.

Until they stopped showing.

They meant something to you.…

Anger, hurt and neutral

What were we, when it happened?

An accident that could've changed so much?

Joking.

Dismissing the same issue we should've been anxious of.

Father survived.

Did you?

A scare by health,

Did we care for her?

Your heart says yes.

Do you, my special one?

She's okay now.

A thought of the arm

It snapped you from break

An idea you disliked.

And yet

You thought of it either way.

You didn't.

Fear collides with you,

It's true.

Just not enough fear.

Fear of but one,

Two things.

Anger crashes more,

Upset and torn.

Hurt them?

Burn them?

What do they deserve?

Calm,Special one, be.

Calm as the ocean,

Be sweet like you used to.

Be something good.

Be better than I.

We are the same

Or different.?

Knowledge isn't duplicate.

We know differently.

See her?

Quiet, voice of softness.?

.. Nice.

Do you like her, R?

.. Maybe I did.

A friend, or more?

I wasn't sure.

Perhaps, a no.

And them?

Digital though there?

.. No. Surely not.

Friends, close.

I understand.

Childlike in ways,

But damaged the same.

Are you good?

Better than them?

Than him?

Than him?

Be better.

Are we worse?

..Yes. We aren’t special.

A lie she told us,

We aren't worth of any.

Special.

A name she proclaimed.

The name she said was I.

But denial crept in,

hen it left.

We were one.

Or were you two?

Were you anything?

Special, silly bird?

.. Maybe not.

Maybe we were.

Skies didn't let us know.

They did.

Weird

Sweet

Silly.

Us.

Special more than not.

You're good.

You'll be better.

Are you..

Special. <3

The story of a dust.

maybe.. someone else.

Special.

Different.

Another thing, you're being a coward hiding behind the anons button. Show yourself, let everyone know you're telling someone, a minor to boot, to kill themselves. Do it. Or are you too shy and refuse to acknowledge fault? Is that it? Do you not want to face consequences of the actions you have repetitively done?

I try to avoid arguments, and sometimes I don't know what to say to certain situations. But this? I am ultimately done with you threatening them. They're my friends. Leave them alone. If you can't handle that then get away from their blogs. Block them. Stay on your side of the internet and never interact with them.

Don't think that telling someone to kill themselves is okay. Absolutely none of us will tolerate that. Knock it off.

My friends and their mental health matter. You keep disregarding that, treating them horribly, and what else? You hide behind anons to tell them to 'kys' and claim they're the reason someone died with absolutely nothing to back that up.

O hasn't done anything I've seen that could even remotely be the reason someone would hurt themselves like that. They didn't do anything and yet they're being harassed and getting stuck as is.

Leave them alone. Stay away from them, from me. You will be blocked and reported if we catch you harassing them. I'm done with you anons.

1. You sound like a bot

2. You don't give anything to respond to

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