# "Why were the posters in the abandoned mall watching us?"

An episode of [CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1492008134), 23 Apr 2024, 36 min.

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## Transcript

[0:01] It all started when I was sixteen. It was Halloween and my friends and
[0:07] I had all had a bit too much fun pushing each other to do something
[0:10] dumber and dumber. We'd snatched the bottle of red from my parents' dash and
[0:15] passed it around when one of us came up with the idea to check out
[0:19] the old mall by the freeway. The place had been closed a few years
[0:24] prior, and none of us had been there more than a couple of times
[0:27] as kids, but we figured it could make for a good story. The
[0:33] five of us crammed into a car and made our way out there, blasting
[0:37] music as we went along. God Smack po d P M five K.
[0:43] It was a different time. Rod was up in the front seat trying to
[0:48] smoke something, but the rest of us kept interrupting him. He had this
[0:53] stupid hang up and a joke where if you reminded him of it, he
[0:57] wouldn't stop laughing. We could boil down to a single word and he'd burst.
[1:04] As we got there and poured out on the concrete, a chill passed
[1:08] through me, more so than the autumn air. The pillars outside reminded me
[1:15] of a rib cage, making the whole place look like a giant concrete corpse.
[1:22] In the dark of a Halloween night. Pretty much anything can look terrifying.
[1:26] That's just where your mind wonders. We made our way in through a
[1:32] loosely bordered glass door, stepping inside. All the light we had were our
[1:37] flip phones and the moon slipping in through the skylight. I'd been in that
[1:42] mall a handful of times over the years, but what I was seeing there
[1:47] and then was something different. Without the people and the ads and the billboards
[1:53] and the stalls, it was just a husk, something left behind. Still,
[2:01] we found a bunch of stuff. There were still metal racks in one
[2:06] of the old clothing stores which we could climb. There was a counter the
[2:09] old sandwich place where we could pretend to take orders. There were windows to
[2:14] break, and these huge empty spaces where our voices would carry all throughout the
[2:20] building. The only place that held some sort of reverence to us was the
[2:24] toy store on the second floor that had once been the center of our attention.
[2:31] We were just sixteen, and most of us remembered a time when we
[2:36] would beg our parents for a trip there. It had been the biggest toy
[2:39] store in our world, and there was always something new to look at.
[2:46] But seeing it then and there, it was just as dead as the rest
[2:50] of the place. Not even the sign remained. As the others made their
[2:57] way inside, I split off to take a walk, lighting up the hallway
[3:00] with my phone. They mocked me on my way, saying, whoever splits
[3:06] off the group is always the first to die in horror movies. Hilarious.
[3:13] I went past what remained of the old stores, the gift shop, the
[3:16] flower boutique, the book store. I could almost see them, but only
[3:22] in my mind. Now it was all concrete and cheap sandstone tiling. The
[3:29] place wasn't even old enough to be dusty, yet remaining in this sort of
[3:34] space between living and dead like a man on life support. It'd only take
[3:38] the flip of the switch and this whole place would come alive, ready to
[3:44] welcome people back. But of course that wouldn't happen. Then at the end
[3:52] of the hall I came to a full stop. It turns out we weren't
[3:58] the first people with the idea to come here. There was a resting area
[4:03] in the far back, a sort of alcove, benches set around an empty
[4:10] space where stalls were supposed to be, all centered around this massive red marble
[4:15] column. I called the others over. They had to see this. My
[4:21] voice easily carried all the way across the mall, and the others came running.
[4:28] Someone had been here. They'd flipped all the benches onto their backs and
[4:32] placed several pots and planters in a circle around the column. Hell, they
[4:38] even planted something. I could see little blue sprouts poking up. But the
[4:44] freakiest thing was the column itself. They'd taken the old mall posters and plastered
[4:50] the thing with them. These posters were just the picture of a smiling,
[4:55] middle aged woman dressed in a sort of fifties attire, a generic yellow sun
[5:00] dress with little white flowers on it. She also had the most generic stockpholt
[5:06] of smile you could imagine. To a right on every poster was a cartoonist
[5:13] speech bubble. They were just old sayings bordering on cliches, like Mama used
[5:21] to make them the more the merrier, happily ever after. For the freaky
[5:28] thing was not the posters themselves, but what had been done to them.
[5:33] Someone had burned out the eyes, leaving them covered in scorch marks. With
[5:41] the red marble in the back. My brain sort of short circuited, making
[5:46] me think I was looking into her empty socket, seeing the gore behind the
[5:50] eyes. It was unsettling and probably intentional. They also modified some of the
[6:00] crossing out certain words Mama used more ever after it was unsettling. Some of
[6:10] us caught the halloween vibe of it, thinking it fit perfectly with what we
[6:15] were up to. Others could sense it like me, But this wasn't just
[6:20] a fun thing someone did for fun. This was deranged. It must have
[6:27] taken hours to arrange this sort of scene, and we couldn't imagine a good
[6:31] reason to do it. That's lady Lockley, said Rod, pointing over the
[6:38] posters. I had a crush on her. Looks like my babysitter. She's
[6:43] like fifty, I added, still got a great rack. The others agreed
[6:51] it was funny, but I couldn't bring myself to laugh. This felt like
[6:58] rot in the same way that corpse decays. This was the way old buildings
[7:03] decayed. It made me feel filthy, like I was some kind of bacteria
[7:09] infecting this place and breaking it down, corrupting it, died, chesting it.
[7:15] I felt sorry for lady Lockley. She deserved better and happily ever after,
[7:25] Once we got bored of wandering around, we made our way back to
[7:28] the entrance. On the other side of the building. One of the guys
[7:31] squealed in delight he'd found a ball pit. Looking at it, it was
[7:41] clear that this thing wasn't sanitary. We could hear something moving in it,
[7:46] probably rats. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, leaving a dead wire hanging
[7:53] like an open nerve, and the whole place was covered in a thin layer
[7:57] of concrete dust. Someone's gotta go in, they said. We ain't leaving
[8:03] until someone goes in, not me. I added, no way, and
[8:09] that settled it. I was the first to decline. I had to be
[8:16] the first to go in, no matter if I wanted it or not.
[8:20] The others grabbed me and pushed me into the deep ended face first. Plastic
[8:28] balls rattled against my ears. I was fully prepared to be drenched in rappee
[8:33] and bite, but nothing happened. There was concrete dust covering my scalp and
[8:39] forehead, but apart from that, I was fine. It tickled my nose
[8:46] a bit. The pit was deep enough to reach about half way up my
[8:50] body, but I'd sunk into the bottom. I could feel the rubber flooring
[8:56] against my cheek. The others were lighting me up with their phones. The
[9:00] lights coming through the balls made a sort of kaleidoscope of past our colors,
[9:05] stretching the shadows out into long, distorted shapes. As I struggled to regain
[9:11] my balance, I fumbled the realm with my hands, trying instinctively to grab
[9:16] something, but instead something grabbed me. It was only a silhouette, a
[9:28] face somewhere in the swirl of colors, the shape of her head, with
[9:33] two holes where the eyes were supposed to be. It gasped excitedly. Even
[9:39] from a distance, I could taste the ammonia on its breath. Its icy
[9:43] fingers interlocked with mine, wanting to bring me closer. I recoiled, shaking
[9:50] my head. I think I let out a scream, but I don't remember
[9:54] doing it. My pulls shot through the roof as I forced myself back to
[9:58] my feet, scrambling to get back to the others. They were laughing their
[10:05] asses off, thinking I was just surprised. As my head breached the surface,
[10:11] they were standing in a half circle, shining the lights at me.
[10:16] Of course, there was nothing in the ballpit. I wiped my dusty hair
[10:22] and prepared myself to drag one or two of them down there with me,
[10:28] But something in the air changed. Their faces went from gleeful joy to careful
[10:35] curiosity to worry. Turning back towards the pit, I could see why.
[10:45] On the side of every ball in the pit was an eye, lovingly hand
[10:52] painted with a sharp eye. The others helped me up and tried to diffuse
[10:58] the tension with puns and jabs. It didn't take long for the chill to
[11:01] leave our spines, but it took me the longest. Looking down in my
[11:07] hand, I felt cold, like something had really touched me, something just
[11:15] as real as the all and the people who invaded it. We left shortly
[11:22] after, taking the car back to town, blasting our music again. We
[11:28] filled the rest of the night with more stolen wine, games, dares,
[11:31] and laughs. But something in me had changed. I couldn't let go of
[11:39] that image of Lady Lockley and the red marble in the back of her head.
[11:45] Through every chuckle and every smile, that feeling held me back. Something
[11:52] had changed forever. That night, As I slept on rod couch, I
[12:01] watched the moonlight cast a shadow on the opposite wall. The cross of the
[12:05] window shaped the light into four perfect squares. As I lay there, half
[12:11] drunken, half asleep, I imagined them as little television screens, each showing
[12:16] whatever came to mind, old memories, dreams, hopes. But every made
[12:24] up show I imagined always ended the same way, with the mental image of
[12:30] a middle aged nineteen fifties housewife, her dead smile, a southern drawl,
[12:35] and the red infected cavity in a skull her eyes ought to be. The
[12:43] next day, it all felt like a bad dream. Some of the guys
[12:48] were hung over, and most of us just made our way back home to
[12:52] sleep it off. I didn't want to go home. My parents were so
[12:58] focused that my older brother the time that they didn't care what I did.
[13:03] He was the one with the problems. I could get away with pretty much
[13:07] anything. Being gone for a day was nothing compared to a heroin addiction.
[13:13] Still, I had to get back home, much like expected. My parents
[13:18] weren't around. They left a note to say there were some leftovers in the
[13:24] fridge and that I could call them if I needed something, but that was
[13:28] it. I'd never once called them on that number. Making my way up
[13:33] to my room, I stopped. We have these two windows at the top
[13:41] of the staircase with two knobs in the middle. For a moment, I
[13:46] imagine those two knobs as little eyes. I could imagine them blinking all throughout
[13:52] the day and the next this would become a repeating pattern. Two coins in
[13:58] the count I could send a shiver up my spine. The rings of a
[14:03] scissor grip would make me think of those gaping eye sockets. Two soda cans
[14:07] with their pull taps standing at attention brought me the same image. Every combination
[14:13] of two circles, spheres, or rings, it all forced that image back
[14:18] into my head, that joyless smile of Ladied Lockley and her icy fingers interlocking
[14:26] with mine, bringing me closer. It came to a point where people started
[14:31] to notice. For example, when I had dinner with my parents, they
[14:37] had a beer each. The bottles were placed next to one another, and
[14:41] the top of the bottles formed those two holes. It took me a while
[14:46] to notice, but when I did, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
[14:52] It physically made me itch and I had this intense need to separate them once
[14:58] I did, the two of them just looked me, not a word spoken.
[15:05] I tried to ignore it. I reorganized my space to make sure there
[15:09] was nothing around to remind me. But every now and then there'd be something.
[15:15] It could be something as little as two people passing on the street and
[15:18] their heads reminding me of floating eyeballs. But it got worse once, as
[15:24] I stepped out of the shower, I spotted myself in the mirror. Even
[15:31] seeing my own eyes looking back at me sent me into this spiraling anxiety.
[15:37] I could imagine myself eyreless, with that infected red cavity in the back of
[15:41] my skull. I could see it to the point where I convinced myself that
[15:46] it was true that I had no eyes to begin with. My eyes would
[15:52] close and I couldn't bring myself to open them. I would try to bry
[15:56] them open with my fingers, kneeling on the cold bathroom tiles, but it
[16:00] wouldn't work. Nothing would come on. I'd cry, come on, but
[16:08] it just wouldn't work. It was so infuriating that it tickled the back of
[16:15] my brain into a joyless smile. No one else was suffering from this.
[16:23] I had no one to talk to, and no one would understand why I
[16:27] was feeling that way. It was impossible to describe, and to a group
[16:33] of guys who mostly talked about women and games, there wouldn't be much interest
[16:37] in mental health. So I decided to do something about it myself. Much
[16:45] like exposure therapy, I had to go back. I was going to tear
[16:49] down every poster, set fire to the damn ball pit, and proved to
[16:53] myself that there was nothing to fear. I was going to destroy it,
[17:00] Lady Lockley. I was going to break those icy fingers and stare into an
[17:06] eyeless face, unflinching. I had this crappy moped that I'd saved up for
[17:11] one summer. Enough time had passed for the first Minnesota snow to fall,
[17:17] so I had to be careful not to slip and slide. I loaded up
[17:21] a backpack with all kinds of destructive tools. I didn't even bother to read
[17:26] the note left on the kitchen counter. This time, no one else was
[17:30] going to fix me, so I had to do it myself. I kept
[17:33] the wheel steady, feeling the snow slush stained my cheap jeans, cold water
[17:40] soaking into my second hand shoes. By the time I got there, I
[17:47] was shivering. A cold wind had picked up from the overcast, and there
[17:52] was no moonlight to guide me this time. Still I'd prepared. I had
[17:57] a great flashlight with plenty of spare batteries packed away. My dad had this
[18:03] battery box in the garage, full of whatever kind he might possibly need.
[18:08] I brought the whole thing. I made my way inside through the loosely bordered
[18:14] updoors. The place felt warmer, but maybe it was just me being angry.
[18:21] I had this frustration pent up in me, forcing me forward. I
[18:26] went past all the hollow shops, the broken benches, the empty planters,
[18:30] and the dry fountain. I climbed up the dead escalator and followed the familiar
[18:36] shops towards the resting area. I could see the red marble column from Afar
[18:41] sticking out like a sore nerve, the posters plastered to it like a band
[18:47] aid to an open wound. My footsteps echoed as I made my way closer,
[18:53] clutching the flashlight harder. There were little sprouts in the pots and plans
[19:00] now, some with a little blue bud, others had barely poked through the
[19:04] dirt. One had grown quite tall. There were more posters now. Some
[19:11] had been stuck to the walls, others lay strewn about on the floor.
[19:17] Someone had been there recently. I could tell a few chairs from one of
[19:22] the downstairs restaurants had been dragged up there and smashed, forming a kind of
[19:27] plastic half circle across the floor. It didn't matter to me, this was
[19:33] all going to burn either way. I put down my backpack and brought out
[19:38] a bottle of gasoline. My dad always kept a spare can in the garage,
[19:44] but I didn't want to bring the whole thing, so I just filled
[19:48] up three plastic bottles instead. I unscrewed the top and just started chocking it
[19:53] at the column, tainting the posters. They were made with some kind of
[19:59] plastic that did react well to gasoline, making part of the ink melt a
[20:03] little, making Lady Lockley smile into a frown and then a garbled mess.
[20:11] I went all around the column using two of my three bottles. It was
[20:17] messy, and I got a whole lot of it on my clothes. I'd
[20:21] have to wash it when I get back. My parents didn't ask a lot
[20:25] of questions, but if I were to come back home drenched in gasoline,
[20:30] they might have something to say. As I finished, I put down my
[20:36] bag and got a hold of a lighter, one of those with a long
[20:40] neck for lighting fancy candles. I tried to wipe the gasoline off my hands,
[20:45] but doubt was getting to me. I didn't want to set myself on
[20:49] fire. Then again, this place had to die. For a brief moment,
[21:00] I got stuck staring at the posters. Even with the ink melting off,
[21:04] the holes remained dozens of empty eye sockets staring at me, some with
[21:11] a barely human face attached. Some were relatively unscathed, still carrying the various
[21:18] slogans and sayings of Lady Lockley. There was even a fully intact happily ever
[21:23] after poster, smiling back at me. I put away my flashlight, letting
[21:30] the darkness of the place overwhelm me. The overcast was doing me no favors.
[21:37] I held the lighter up inched closer and clicked it a single light in
[21:44] the dark, but something was wrong. A chill worked its way across my
[21:52] right cheek, making me squint. Then a breath of air, the light
[21:57] disappeared, and my nostrils were assaulted by the sudden smell of ammonia, and
[22:04] right behind me, grazing my cheek was something cold, something I was gently
[22:15] placing his fingers on my left shoulder, inching up towards my neck. I
[22:21] bent down, snatched up my flashlight and turned around. The cone of light
[22:26] swayed back and forth, finding nothing. As I backed away, my feet
[22:33] were stepping on their own, seemingly out of my control. My lungs felt
[22:37] stiff, like I couldn't push any air into them. There were puffs of
[22:41] smoke with every little, forced panting breath. I wasn't alone. I didn't
[22:49] even think about how far I backed up until my back hid the red marble
[22:55] pillar. I just stood there, frozen. I could feel the eyeless holes
[23:02] turning towards me, waiting for me to turn around. Something was running down
[23:10] my arm. It made its way to my fingers. I looked down only
[23:15] to see fresh blood droplets formed to the edge of my fingertips, pulling up
[23:22] and dropping to the floor. The back of my head felt wet, same
[23:26] with the back of my pants and jacket. I carefully stepped away and turned
[23:32] to face the pillar. Blood. It wasn't just red marble. It was
[23:41] bleeding. The gasolene had made the posters slip off, falling to the floor
[23:47] one by one, leaving the pillar raw and unprotected. Little puls of blood
[23:52] ran across the floor. It was so quiet, just little tips and taps
[23:57] of drops hitting the floor, mixing with the echoes and my breathing. I
[24:03] could hear the battery in the flashlight rattling as my hand shook from the cold,
[24:10] and in the distance, a hiss my ears homed in on the sound
[24:19] I whisper, coming from one of the nearby stores, hot them back.
[24:30] I just stood there, trying to comprehend what I was hearing, what it
[24:36] was demanding. Then from another store, from across the mall, a louder
[24:41] sound put it all back, and from a third store, an old fast
[24:48] food kitchen, hout me back. Looking down at the pools of gasoline and
[24:56] blood mixing with the misshaped plastic posters, I shook my head. I didn't
[25:03] want this any more. All the anger had turned to fear, and all
[25:07] I wanted was to grab my stuff and leave. I'm I'm going, I
[25:12] said, I won't come back. There was no response, Just like back
[25:19] home, there was no one to listen to me. Maybe I was speaking
[25:25] to an empty room, making up stories in my head. I won't come
[25:29] back, I repeated, this is it. Screw them all, and whatever
[25:33] game you're playing, I won't. I suddenly choked on my breath. I
[25:40] could see them in the distance, human shape stepping out of the storefronts,
[25:45] all with the same cheerful yellow dress, the same hair, the same smile.
[25:55] Then something grabbed me. It wasn't like the first time, where icy
[26:00] fingers daintly slipped into my hand, but something violent, angry nails digging into
[26:07] my scalp, grabbing a handful of my hair, forcing me forward with a
[26:11] dead man's cramped grip. I went from standing to kneeling, having my face
[26:17] pressed onto the floor. In a heartbeat. There were no more than two
[26:22] hands, maybe four five. Something heavy pushed against my spine. No,
[26:33] it wasn't just one word. It was a choir, a dozen identical voices
[26:40] speaking as one from across the mall. Two cold fingers touched my eye lids,
[26:47] forcing me to blink. I forced my eyes shut, trying to squint
[26:51] them away. I could barely breathe. I tried to move my head away,
[26:56] shaking the fingers off, but I couldn't no matter how far I forced
[27:02] myself back. They pushed on until the pain started dismounting pressure, causing bright,
[27:08] painful spots that danced across the inside of my head. It was excruciating.
[27:15] I was panicking, trying to turn, but I couldn't. There was
[27:19] this raw, primal emotion bobbling inside me, forcing me to scream. I
[27:26] begged and pleaded, but it was too late. I had wronged them and
[27:32] they were relentless. Had he gone any further, i'd be blind to day,
[27:38] may be dead. But it didn't. I heard footsteps approaching, and
[27:45] feather fingers slowly let up. Pressure released from my spine, and the hands
[27:52] holding me down loosened their grip. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away
[27:57] the spots of pain, only to see a man. He had a flashlight
[28:04] of his own, casting deep shadows on his wrinkled face. He must have
[28:10] been in his early sixties and was dressed in some kind of maintenance get up
[28:15] A janitor perhaps. He walked up to me as the last hand let go
[28:19] and offered to help me up. I accepted it and got back at my
[28:25] feet. I didn't dare turn around. I could hear them, feel them,
[28:32] smell the ammonia. Don't do anything stupid, he whispered, give them
[28:38] a moment. We just stood there. I looked down, try my best
[28:45] not to bring any attention to myself. At the edge of my vision,
[28:51] I could see flowery yellow dresses shuffle past me, back into the empty store
[28:56] fronts, back into the mall. He patted me on the shoulder, and
[29:03] I looked up. The last silhouette slipped into an old outlet space, leaving
[29:08] the two of us alone. He got some blood on his hands from touching
[29:12] my shoulder and wiped it off on his legs. He stepped back to pick
[29:18] up something he'd brought, a stack of posters and a tall box. Walking
[29:25] up to me, he had this almost apologetic look on his face. So
[29:32] she picked you too, ah, he sighed, That makes what four of
[29:37] us. Using a bucket and a still working hose in the back, we
[29:42] got enough water and soaked to clean the pillar a bit. It had stopped
[29:48] bleeding coagulated in a way. We ended up putting up new posters, still
[29:55] with the eyes burned out. She likes him this way, he said.
[30:00] The kids always did this to the posters long before the place closed. She
[30:07] thinks they're supposed to look like this. We spent some time collecting scrap and
[30:12] piling it into a circle around the pillar that and drawing eyes on various white
[30:18] surfaces. She doesn't have any eyes of her own, so she needs us
[30:25] to give us some. We spent hours just wandering around, touching up the
[30:30] place, watering the plants, cleaning up the gasoline. The lady Lockley seemed
[30:37] calmer. I could see them shuffling about in the back of the stores,
[30:44] catching a reflection off their perfect teeth every now and then. Still, I
[30:48] couldn't shake the feeling that any threat to this place would have me swarmed.
[30:55] Do you have to do this? I asked, like often, yeah,
[31:00] he nodded. What happens if you don't? I think you know what happens.
[31:10] At the end of the night, as I left them all behind,
[31:14] they saw a final swaying flowery dress in the cracks of the wooden boards.
[31:19] Even now I was being watched, judged, weighed, But for the moment
[31:29] I was safe. At first, I went back like once a week.
[31:37] Once I brought ping pong balls and painted eyes on them. They seem to
[31:41] like that. Another time I filled up the water fountain. The janitor would
[31:48] return at times too, bringing freshly printed posters and scrubbing the floor. No
[31:55] wonder it wasn't dusty. I tried to stop going back there, but it
[32:00] would just build this pressure in me. I'd feel her ere. I would
[32:07] start to focus on circles and spheres, as if my body was reminding me
[32:13] that I was being watched. I'd sometimes feel something cold at the edge of
[32:17] my vision, something I see brushing against my ear. It would put me
[32:22] on edge, as if expecting something to grab me at any moment, for
[32:29] that damn smile to come out of the dark and become the last thing I
[32:32] ever see. Places like this don't get torn down. The land is dirt
[32:40] cheap, and the effort to break and ship off all that concrete just isn't
[32:45] worth it. It remains there to this day. I would go back every
[32:51] now and then to fix the place up, to make sure she was happy
[32:54] enough to leave me alone. Weeks would turn to months, and over time
[33:01] they trusted me enough to come back only once every six months or so.
[33:07] I'd make a day out of it. The plants would blossom into these six
[33:10] feet tall, radiant blue sunflowers, and a creeping vine would slither up the
[33:15] side of the marble pillar. She seemed to like the vines. Sometimes there
[33:22] are new people. I don't really know their names, but we can kind
[33:28] of recognize each other at a glance, some young, some old. We've
[33:34] tried to board the place up to keep people out, but every now and
[33:37] then some smart ass gets through. I don't think they all make it out.
[33:45] Some of the things I've seen over the years tell a gruesome story of
[33:49] their own. I'm in my mid thirties now. I've done this for half
[33:54] my life as a sort of stewardship, a part of my life that I
[34:00] can't share with anyone. I've gotten to Noah wants and needs. There is
[34:06] a personality there and intelligence. Sometimes they can get these strange whims. I
[34:14] once saw one of them trying to break through the loose boards, only to
[34:16] be dragged away by the others. I've seen them gently crest the leaves of
[34:22] the sunflowers. I've seen them dance on tables, walk hand in hand down
[34:27] the empty walkways, and once just staring up at the moon. I think
[34:35] she's like an immune system, like something remaining to stop the decay. This
[34:42] building has been closed for decades, but from looking at it you couldn't tell.
[34:50] Most buildings that have been empty for that long just look way down and
[34:53] worn, but not the dead eye more. It's still spry and waiting,
[35:00] as if expecting people to come back, and every now and then they do.
[35:07] But it's a service I perform under threat of death, and to this
[35:13] day it terrifies me. While I'm not as bothered by circles or rings,
[35:21] I still have this feeling that I should be like I shouldn't be normalizing this.
[35:28] I shouldn't have to compromise. There something unnatural and otherworldly, But I
[35:32] just don't know what the alternative is. I have this feeling that sooner or
[35:40] later she'll turn to me dissatisfied, and that day she'll interlock her fingers with
[35:49] mine and drag me to a dark place I can't come back from ever after

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