You know when you don't just feel like you're not real like normal, but also you somehow know you're going to die soon. Or maybe someone's going to pull the plug on the world. Not exactly feel it in your bones, because you don't have any bones of your own, but just know it like you saw the progress bar on the film of your life nearing the end through your third eye. Which you have and which is real and yours. Unlike those arms. Whose arms did you steal, creep? Why do you wear the wrong arms?
Take a nap or something, you weirdo.>>286294
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