They say I am normal now. I look normal. I act normal. A voice returned to me. So did dreams of my past.
I feel like when the split occured, Ruffles got the good and I recieved the bad. We both undergo switches of conciousness, but I am constant. She is constant. Our contact has been greatly limited as she is now busy making gold and procuring items. She soon will open a store and sell pets. I will find some sort of existance for myself as well.
Lust corses through my veins. I'm haunted of the dreams of my past.
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