Interprequy - The Confidence BreakerI sit, stare, silence my superior. The hand that fed knowledge is now the hand of oppression, judgement. The slim, slender and tender finger runs a blemishing trail over my glory.Interprequy - The Confidence Breaker by =Matsudarias
Strike me with suppression.
The finger weighs the sword of cold blood. A strike. X marks the spot of error. Strike. X marks the spot of failure, but not of treasure. Strike. My invisible self burns. Why do you continue the torture? Strike. The hand that fed contradicts itself.
Mark me with a letter, a number.
The sword carves into the pure white. Blood blemishes its purity. A symbol of failure is born from the hellish tip. A symbol, a letter, a number defines me
Depressed 
my quiet cousin
my awesome sister 
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