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To July
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From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew we were meant to be. We were only eight at the time, but we both knew that we were soulmates. As I went to ask you to marry me, you asked me to marry you. I accepted with great happiness and sought to make you the happiest woman our village would contain.

Our teenhood was pretty basic. You did your odd jobs, I did mine. Mainly, I spent my days in the sheep pen or in the berry farm. You were gone a lot, and we never really crossed paths. I didn't really tell you this, but my uncle worked in the sheep pen with me. He wasn't the nicest to me.

When the town drama started, I could tell you were heartbroken. You insisted that your mother was innocent, while my aunts gossipped about how she was a witch. I sided with you, but they didn't listen to me; I was a 'useless male.' You thought they had killed her, and ran to check on her. I tried to follow you, but lost you within the ever intertwining forest. I saw you run into the badlands and my fear of you killing yourself begun.

So I began taking drugs. I became less productive and sat around, wasting my life away on mushrooms. I thought you were gone, and to top that off, my dear mother perished before my eyes as well. My promise to her was that I would cleanse myself, stop taking the drugs. My mother was a hardcore Christian, as was the entire village, and thought the mushrooms were the spawn of Satan. As I stared down at her fresh corpse, having been in a high while promising I'd stop taking drugs, you emerged.

You apologized. We agreed that she had been a good woman. You comforted me and my love for you grew. You also advocated for me to stop taking drugs, and I told you I'd try. But then I witnessed another tragedy; my nephew Timmy begging my aging aunt not to die. I watched in horror as he begged and screamed, then killed himself before my eyes. My aunt, unable to take the pain, killed herself too, just seconds away from making it to sixty.

My addiction got worse. I searched far and wide for mushrooms and always had one in-hand. You told me with great sadness that you were infertile, being almost thirty with no children. But I assured you that we didn't need kids, we had each other, and that I loved you despite this. You reminded me of my promise to deliver you "holy children."

I had hidden a gold ingot to make you a crown. But by the time I went to make it, a child had stolen it and made it for themselves. It wasn't fair, they had just turned four, and were not deserving of a crown. My sweet, pure wife was. But they had taken it against my wishes.

One day, while I sat in the berry garden, a mess, in a high with a mushroom in hand, preparing for my next high, you emerged. At first, I couldn't tell what you were holding. But then it let out a cry, and I knew instantly.

Our firstborn. A beautiful baby girl, with her mother's eyes. The high wore off and I took a moment to admire my family. But it didn't last long, I could hear the mushroom whispering to me. My eyes grew glassy once again as I turned my back on my family for drugs.

"You have to stop taking drugs," my wife scorned me. "You're a father now."

"I want to be a good father, but it's so hard," I insisted, making poor excuses for the disgusting drugs.

"I know, dear," she tried to comfort me. I told her I had witnessed two suicides, been abused by my uncle, and was unable to give you children earlier in life. But you calmed me down and reassured me that I was loved and needed.

You had four more children, naming each and giving them their proper dose of TLC. I tried to resist, but I still found myself leaving camp, stumbling into the forest and digging through soil to find mushrooms. I lied when you came up to me, crying "look!" I had no idea what it was. It looked like a wall. But you said it was our first baby boy, and asked me to name him. I named him Alpha, and shamefully my high wore off by the time he had grown and ran off.

Things were looking up until the bear came. Tearing through the village, eating most of our youth and fertile females. I watched it tear through our daughter Holy, blood spewing everywhere. I turned to drugs, like I always had. I felt awful, going against your wishes. I was undeserving of life, and so I told you I would lead the bear away. You tried your best to convince me, but I insisted on going. I needed to redeem myself.

I began to lead it away, but there was a problem; overpopulation. Other people kept getting in the way and pulling the bear back into town. I gave up, took my drugs, and headed back into town.

Towards the end of my life, we became closer than ever. I gave you my clothing and took a crown, setting it atop your head and naming you queen. Then, I saw that someone had left a shroom on the ground, seemingly just for me. I struggled to resist it, its angry eyes staring at me, calling me.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," was all my wife said when I told her it was whispering things to me. Then, she ate it. Ate it!

"I don't like this at all," she proclaimed. "How can you like this?" I fed her and helped her survive the high, our pips both very low.

Then a man named Nox came up, while we were saying our goodbyes, and said "I call crown and bag" to my wife. I was furious. How dare he?

"My wife is NOT a pile of loot for the taking," I yelled at him. "She's a person, your queen." But the man ignored me. We decided to ignore him and say our goodbyes. But the man had some nerve to say "I'm waiting" while we were saying our final "I love you"s. Waiting for my wife's death so he could loot her corpse? How dare he!

She finally took the crown off and put it on a baby. The baby died. I grabbed the crown and flailed it wildly, trying to place it on anyone's head but his. Finally, my wife said "Let the boy have it if it makes him happy." Her tender, kind soul. I set it on the ground, and with three pips left, proclaimed my love to her before dying.

I hope Nox is happy.
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July:
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … &id=277959
Jesus:
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … &id=277957

I love you my dear.

Aurora Aurora wrote:

xxx90x wrote:

You are anger control disorder.
Very poor.
Let me know if you need help.
love your self...

Leave my boys alone or I’m calling the police!

How to control anger
1. Deep breathing
2. Know that nobody is interested in me. (Self-conscious excess prevention)
three.
3. Smile

Aurora Aurora wrote:

xxx90x wrote:

man is very useless.
They are worms that waste food.

You have just made a powerful enemy

You are very sensitive.
I was talking about the role in the game.
I doubt if you are suffering from anger - control disorder.
love your self..

http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … _id=227548

This one?

https://i.imgur.com/gQA6nRr.jpg

In my most recent life, I was Douglas Oneal. After being born my mom went to the farm to ask my sister to care for me. This is where I met Charles. Here he was, making sexy winks. At first, I wouldn't realise he was making them at me, but soon there was no doubt. He asked if I would marry him. I agreed immediately. So what he was 5 and me still a tiny baby ? So what he was my brother ? I was born to love anyway. Later in life, I went hunting and he stayed farming. I was always scared to not find him home at my return, and he was always scared I might not come back. I was wearing a sweet sealskin coat, and him a sweet straw hat.

Just after I made him a backpack, we realised the only young girl was nowhere to be found. It was just us two plus an old lady. Then just us two. We where glad to at least have each other. I got depressed knowing he would die before me, but he made me promise to make this place great for a possible Eve. Then, to burry him somewhere nice.

When he died, I went looking for a good spot and found one nearby : by a sole juniper tree, surrounded by some snow... I paid my respect and went back to take care of the place, but dude, if you see this : we were born only five minute appart and I was already very weak ! Not much I could do ! So I took some food and died by your side, by the juniper tree.

Nice life with you husband brother.