︎ ︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS.

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This is also how Environmental Racism looks like; poisoning socioeconomic depressed neighbourhoods of black people. Your casual use of grok got xAi a brand new deal. Classism and racism are intertwined, you are helping the richest white naz1 get richer at their expense.

i was always too ashamed to take, so i gave. it was not a virtue. it was a disguise.

YOU MUST ACCEPT THE PAIN! only when we have transcended suffering itself, can we be reborn!

when he caresses me with hands soaked in blood, am i still allowed to love that touch?

congratulations, the curse is lifted. you are a beast no more! but you'll never forget the way they looked at you, will you?

i would have loved you for a thousand years; i would have died for you.

i don't need to flirt i get bitches with my autism, very severe trauma and my tiny waist

i didn’t save you because it was the logical thing to do. in the end, it was a selfish, emotional decision.

the words “it doesn't matter” spilled from your tongue. but, i know what you really meant was “i don't matter.”

unwrap the worst things you have done. watch me hold them in the light and not even flinch.

✩ I’d also like to add that it’s been confirmed that grok doesn’t even have access to this information as Twitter doesn’t store that data in order to protect user privacy. You are literally just asking it to generate random usernames and numbers. Please cut the shit.

you made me feel alive again, i wish we'd never met.

if i am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.

take my pride, take my life, take my body, but don't take the ones that are close to me!

you motion for me to lean closer. so, i do. you can't speak, but i see your lips moving with muted words. and you mouth the words to me– “kill me,” you say. over and over again. “kill me. KILL ME.”

birds without cages find perch on my ribs, and i stitch myself back up just to keep them in.

no matter how much you wish to grasp what slips between your fingers..

you made me feel alive again, i wish we'd never met.