Can we get a feels thread going specifically with feels stories?
>>25815010
this is sad in an ironic way t bh
shameful self bump
writefigs plz
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>>25815010
Sure m80, as long as you don't needlessly tripfag.
Like pls
>>25815863
sorry i forgot about that someone told me to use it so i did
>>25815912
And the name.
We're all faggots here. Don't be a faggot with a name.
>>25815010
Posting one of my favorites.
Anyone got that one where Twilight tries to make comatose Anon write a letter?
Twas the night before Christmas, and shaking alone,
A girl named Sunset, in her single room home.
The storm outside worsened, and the lights were snuffed out
And poor freezing Sunset, who was tortured by doubt.
"I've been left and forgotten" said she though her tears
The solitude and winter, rekindled her fears.
"A friend to no one, so in the cold I must stay,
I'll be at peace soon, for I'll be gone this next day."
In her sadness and weeping, she missed the encore,
A myriad of knocks, sounding out from her door
From the door one more round and she heard the sound true.
So she rushed to the front with hope kindled anew.
Without a word uttered and her eyes blurred with tears.
She embraced the stranger while they spoke in her ears.
"I was worried Sunset, I'm so glad you're alright"
She recognized the voice, Twas Anon here tonight.
In one arm were wood logs, he would use to make flame.
In the other was food, too numerous to name.
She pulled him in swiftly, as to shut out the cold.
His stumbling had worsened while still in her hold.
Her grip did not weaken, as he laid down his pack.
When he took off his coat, she let down the attack.
But not a moment had passed when after he sat,
A bright smiling Sunset had pulled off his hat.
The food was still warm, and all the logs lit up quick.
When he sat down Anon knew he had done the trick.
Sunset was smiling, and leaning on his side
His hat on her head, oblivious to outside.
Her breathing was steady, and her warmth had returned
But to stay with her now, was all Anon had yearned.
When the clock rang the time, and he knew he should leave
Only a fool could want him, she's not so naive.
With his spirits all drained, and his self worth now gone
Her sat up as to leave til he heard Sunset yawn;
"I want you here Anon, so please tell me you'll stay,
I've grown tired of waking, alone here each day."
So Anon walked gently, and her warmth he embraced.
Twas the warmest of winters, either of them faced.
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