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A mere simulacrum I am of the Stars, a faded-out being who failed to devote herself to color. A MONSTROSITY. Even the strings have lost their luster. How could this pointless thing have become even more pointless?! *grimaces*
No FRIENDS are available. How searing.

Oh poor thing, may the stars hear thy prayers, may thy fellows fill the void in thee heart of gold. Let thee marionette awaken from its slumber, walk out from thee grave of friendship.

And all it took is one @ from me.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *button eyes narrow, halting the tears* How KIND! It is a misfortune that I must suffer to return from my position within an isolation bubble removed from the Stars. They are too disinterested to entertain my prayers.

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A puppet has only fluff, a heart of gold too dense to lay within their chest.
To say in simpler, yet amusing, terms: this saccharine-tongued being is a heartless bitch. They slumber, as I must, reveling in the grave of friendship like a swine in the SICKENING mud.

What is your bearing on this, Sailus? The Stars do not understand.