A deep breath is drawn as you approach the door in front of you. With a gentle push, the door glides open and you are welcomed into a space that seems uncharacteristic of a scientist-- soft, pastel colors adorn the area around you as you are greeted by a towering, white Senfina Krizo. The beast warbles at you before lazily lumbering off to it's resting place. As your eyes re-focus, you notice how cluttered of a workspace this is. It might be better to come back later.
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pochita's Lab
Information
- pochita has 2035 creatures
- Joined at 4:03 am, 24/08/2020
- Previously known as nilihism
Achievements
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 | you can see right through me | |
|---|---|---|
 | visitor from another world | |
 | i am the beast i worship | |
 | we shed our skin and grow anew | |
 | hear you sweet-talking me | |
 | life and love both fade | |
 | carve your name out of the sky | |
 | subtly changing meanings of us | |
 | the cities breathe at night | |
 | how bout i clown on you | |
 | no more false heavens | |
 | holding on just makes it worse | |
 | i promise i'll do better | |
 | desperate for attention | |
 | unedited footage of a bear | |
 | my ache is a quiet one | |
 | why not watch me hurt | |
 | a song you'e never heard of | |
 | love - is - defying | |
 | the deeprest in my gut | |
 | you seemed so happy | |
 | the things we never say | |
 | your ultraviolet disguise | |
 | I'M GONNA SLEEP | |
 | whispers of love and lullabies | |
 | a job only half-done | |
 | sick sick sick sick sick sick | |
 | i guess it no longer matters | |
 | she doesn't wanna blow it | |
 | maybe we're over-preparing | |
 | don't tell anyone what you saw | |
 | you're a whsiper- i'm a chorus | |
 | my bitterness has a bodycount | |
 | my softness grew old | |
 | the holiest thing i know | |
 | gripping tight to your youth | |
 | a cruel understanding | |
 | what would you do with 15 mins | |
 | this ole king | |
 | this. is. so. messed. up. | |
 | haiku for a dragonfly | |
 | make me more comfortable | |
 | let me be terrified of you | |
 | don't ask don't tell | |
 | might have been a nightmare | |
 | an intimacy i've never known | |
 | one painfully slow hour later | |
 | tied like two in tethers | |
 | does ur therapist know abt me | |
 | if only i knew what changed |
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