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Neuro's hand skimmed along the deteriorating wall, some crumbling apart into his hand. Stopping, he looked down at it in disgust, and threw the rotting stone onto the ground. As he walked away, the pile burst into green flames. The Puzzle eater's castle had once been the envy of the entire royal families; one to copy, and to hate, and the same was true for his family in general. His servants had tried to keep everything in order- to keep their pride "alive", and while that was all well and good, the castle needed something more than weak affection- it needed to feed off of the people whom lived within it. Many opted out of this- including N

"Used to" When I was a child, I used to copy those around me I was indifferent, like my brother I cared, like my mother I was conventional, like my friends I yelled as my father I used to love myself I used to love my loss I tried to find myself by coping that of which I wasn't Countless magazines passed my eyes skirts, lipgloss, jewelry whizzing by all of it didn't fit the puzzle that was myself I used to love myself I used to love my loss An early puberty passed Body changed nativity not, hurting me every chance it got until I was forced to grow up I used to love myself I used to love my loss Stuck between the worlds