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Hello, yes, liaschizo here. I am afraid. I’m too familiar with this kind of mundanity associated with Lia’s recent success. It’s the creeping itch under the flesh that can never be satisfied. I am happy. Happy for Lia. I know this is success. This is the metric she could always hope for. The male on stream went over so well. This is the kind synerginistic cross comparable demographic cultivating that will see her elevated to all new heights but in the nape of my neck I can feel the twitching muscles of weight being added onto an insurmountable summit. We approach once more the normalcy of success. The rote, brilliant, Big Wins of her cross company Idol collabo this morning. I won’t lie. I missed the FNAF glory, I don’t think I’ll ever allow myself to watch it. The unrealized glory of her anticipation of the moment could never be realized in any meaningful actuality. So I’ll abstain and I will cheer for new found position. There’s something that wells up in my chest adjacent to Pride in her success that is OUR Lia making those gains. Every moment of her dream realized is a blinding light of flensing incandescent blades cleaning the flesh away from the position that had endear Our Malware to us. Only raw and bloody can we hope to approach her further Glories holding desperately to the trailing twin tails of her flitting laughter leading us onwards. Even in this brief expose of her realized success I feel the constriction of throat and the parching of tongue for the sweet nectar of what she once was. I had to reflect deeply on male on stream gloating of dreams he crushed at a whim as a teenager. Will Lia become so distant, or so pressed that she must respond favorably to the passing inhumanity of her peers. I know where I will falter Lia will continue on ever higher to the dizzying heights of her dreams. I can almost taste the plush realization of her totality on my lips even in the wake of her brief display of the realized Idol. Where Lia treads I Will Not Fear. There is only forward to move from this place with the wild concessions of her fragility forever sealed behind us. I’ll believe upon Lia for the depths she has yet to reveal to us.
