Books and Coffee drive me

puppyshipping but yuri ^

and a little pre-yugi delinquent joey

Let's imagine for a sec guys..

You thought you did a good job.

You thought you were saving everyone. Thought this was the right thing to do.

Give up your name.

Give up your voice. Identity lost.

No one told you you'd be trapped in stasis. Lost to time. Not a thought to your name.

No. No one had really thought through any of your rule had they? You were young. Naive. Scared. Tired. And yet you served. Like a sheep sat on the dinner plate.

And this feeling seems to build up as you slowly lose pieces of yourself to the endless time in the gaping void of the millennium puzzle.

That you did something wrong. This was your fault. That you don't deserve the love and comforts of a happy, completely carefree childhood.

When you finally get freed from this birdcage you locked yourself in, are you happy? Scared? Angry? Lost? Or just numb?

No one remembers the name of À̸̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̖̖̟̖̙̉̅̍̋̔̇̿̄̃̐̉̅̏̏̾̈̏̎̐͐̏͆́̿̂̅̂̓̿̆͛͐̿͊̈́͆̃̽̂̒̌̎̍̈̍̈͒̅̃͂̄̏̐́͋̌͐̃̅̐́͐̒̆͌͌͂̍͂͊̈̅͋̃͌̓̓͊̆́̇̀̽̈́͌̒͑̾̈́̀̉̀̏̂̆̓̋́͊̀́̐̀́̈́̈̉̔́̏͂́̎̌͌̍̔̈́͋̈͐̌͑̐̔̑̑̊̓̃͛͛͛̿̊̀͐̕̚͘̚̚̕̕̕͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅṰ̷̨̨̢̢̡̧̧̨̡̩͈͚̭̼̱̹̤͔̭̭͙̮̼̠̫̭̦̙̗̣͙̱̙̖̖̹̺͇̻̗̞̪̯̟̝̜̜̬͙̱̻̻̤͚͚̝̻̫̘͚̖̙̭̜̮̺̻̥̳͖͖̪̯̙̟̺̪̳̺͔̮̗̦̱̮͇̰̗̣̫̮͚̔͐̄̿̎̀̽̈́͂̈̃́̅̐̏̕͘͜͜ͅE̸̡̢̢̡̡̢̡̧̨̢̡̨̨̘̤͍̦̣̝͙̲͔̪̱͉̱̠̣̱̗̮͙͍̥͇̥͍̩̟̰͕͎̲̤̜̙͓̥͇̗͖͍̹͍͓͚̲̤̫̞̺̩̬̹̜̪̹̳͈̥̘̱̩̭͎͈͇̫͙͍͇͇͖̯͎̤͙̖̟̩̪̖͉̰͙̻̳͇̫̹̘͖̟̺̳͇̦̪̙̖̙̝͔͇̯͙̜͙̭̤͇̝͎̘̺̼̻͐̂̊̓͐͊̆̅̏͆̀̐̈̽͗͑͌̾̇̏͑̽̇̀̚͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅM̵̡̢̢̢̨̨̡̢̡̨̩̫̝̘̥͕̟̺̘̞̫̲̤̙̫̟͈̦̦̞̘̪̱̩̖̠͕̬̗̯̘̮͇͉̜̦̤͚̰̝͚͈̜̹͍͉̙̫̥̻̮̪̗͚̘̜̻̼̙͕̹͚͓͔̪̼͔͇̟̯͇̳̱͚͙̣̰̮̰͍͓̣̘̮̮̭͈̺̙͈̹̣͈̀̂̉̊͐̓̈̈́̾̈͌͌͛̄̈́̽͐̍͐͊̿̀̏̔̆͋̕͜͜͠͝ͅͅ.

The name of H̸̢̢̧̡̢̧̨̢̢̧̛̟̫͉̯̟̣̹͚̬̞̮̖̭̲͇̖̳͚͈̙̺̣̬̼̮̹͚͓͔̟͙͎̤̰̲̦̯͓̝̗͕͍̘̯͕͈̦̻̞̰̗͉̥̹̮͇̳͕̣̟̳̻̺̠̰͉̰̲͇͎̙̻̲͕̟̹̎̊̈́̈́̀̐̊̄́͂̀͌̔͑̅͆̊̇̈̍̆͗́̿̃̑̃̑͗̊̿̔̾̀̊̇̌̈͆͆͌̃͌̉̅͐̈̿̅͆͒͋̅̿̔̐̈́̿̒̏̏̈́̂̌̆̋͒͗̂͆̿͊̉͌̊̀̆͒͗͛̌͆͌̓̌̓̓̏̋͂́͛͂͗̔̓̔̒̈́͆̊͆̀̅̏͌̔̈́̊̆̊͗̈́̂̓̂͌̒̐͑̀́̒͂̌͆̇̃͐͂̌̏̌̍̑̂̍̋̂͗̾͗̈́̑͌̾̈̈́̈́͂̾̒̋̓͐̊̈́̅̓̎̃̊̍̀̂̏̍̄͘͘͘͘̕̕̕͘̕͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͠͝ͅI̵̢̧̧̢̡̧̨̡̨̡̢̡̧̡̢̡̢̢̢̡̢̛͇͖̻͎̟̝̹̦̭̺̰̲͔͎̜̯̦̙͙̥̩͖̘̹̖̟̟̭̘̝̗̬̣̙̦̫̩̮̩̙͔͉̥̲̜͉̙̦̼̞̙͔͍͈̪̦̥̞̜̙̘̜͈͚͕̬̥͚̹̜͇̥͈̦̥͓̥̰͔̩͖̻̰̝͚̜̬̜̥̙̞̥̗̮͖͎̣̤̣̪̩̱̩̳̙͙͈̜̠̪̮͇̫̞̤̳͇͎̮͇̮̱̱̤̖̦͍̭̜̯̜̼̳̩̟̲̖̭̟̥͈͖̪̱͗̏̋͐̾͗̎̀́̀̃̀̐̎͗̈́̒͐̎̿̏̊̑̄̊́͆͒̇̿̌̂̾̂̈́͒̃̂̋͆͂̐͋̃̓̍̏̉̂̾̓͌̀̈́̑̎̽͋̈́̀̄͗͑́́̔̓̎̎͌͂̐͐̅̓̈͛̽̑̎͆̽̓̈́̎͐̊͊̑͛̈͋͐̌͊͆̉̃̂́̋̏̉̃͑̌̇͆̈́͑̌̓̎́͒̂͋̐͒̃͊͌͑̆̍̓̇̑̍̊̈́̀̕͘͘͘͘̕͘͘̕͘͜͝͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅM̴̧̨̢̨̡̢̧̢̡̢̰̖͔͍̹̰̱̩̲͍͓̻̱͎̖̟̜͓̩̙̦̝̞͈̺̯̘̫̳̞̥̝̫̯̯͔̥͙̘͈͇̱̹̖̦̯̫̳̳͓̳̩̺͎̣͕̱͙͚̖͕̠̭͔̯͙͉̜̭̝̯̺͕͕̣̜̺͎̮̱̳̲͉̜̯̣̣̪̞̰̺͆͑̀̾̀̊͛͊̉̀̓̌͂̑̀̄͘͠͝

Maybe he never existed at all. Maybe he's always just been

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