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I'm lost.
I didn't realize how much you had become a part of my life until you were no longer in it. Your art captivated me so many years ago, on Eka's Portal, but I was afraid to approach you. Even still, I did my best to keep up with your postings, and I always looked forward to seeing what you produced.
But it wasn't just the vore. You had this knack for bringing out the best in people, even in cartoon form. I think it's because you were a wizard at facial expressions.
No one could express emotion in a drawing’s face like you could.
And then Covid hit. I think I was sick at the time, but I can't remember. When I decided to finally send you a message. Funnily enough, you were sick.
But I suppose that's what gave us time to talk.
Despite our meeting being mostly vore teasing, it grew beyond that. I grew to know you. I remember never wanting you to think I only liked you for your art. I genuinely wanted you to be happy.
I think that's why, even though we didn't get a lot of chances to chat as time went on, I found joy in seeing you having fun with our mutual friends.
When you spread joy to others, I felt it too.
I can't think of anyone in my life as generous as you. You held drives to raise money for people. You offered your time and energy to raise people's spirits. You were… charity incarnate.
It's hard having to accept that you're gone. I don't like thinking about it. I don't like saying it.
It reminds me too much about how fleeting life really is, and that scares me.
I know I'm supposed to move on, but I don't want to.
That's why I have to type these words out. I have to accept the hard truth.
And that also scares me. A part of me doesn't want to stop grieving, but I know I have to. You wouldn't want me to stay depressed my whole life.
Goodbye, Wuffles. I'm going to miss you so much. I love you, you generous, kind, better than this world deserved, friend.
With tears,
Zerky
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I'm lost.
I didn't realize how much you had become a part of my life until you were no longer in it. Your art captivated me so many years ago, on Eka's Portal, but I was afraid to approach you. Even still, I did my best to keep up with your postings, and I always looked forward to seeing what you produced.
But it wasn't just the vore. You had this knack for bringing out the best in people, even in cartoon form. I think it's because you were a wizard at facial expressions.
No one could express emotion in a drawing’s face like you could.
And then Covid hit. I think I was sick at the time, but I can't remember. When I decided to finally send you a message. Funnily enough, you were sick.
But I suppose that's what gave us time to talk.
Despite our meeting being mostly vore teasing, it grew beyond that. I grew to know you. I remember never wanting you to think I only liked you for your art. I genuinely wanted you to be happy.
I think that's why, even though we didn't get a lot of chances to chat as time went on, I found joy in seeing you having fun with our mutual friends.
When you spread joy to others, I felt it too.
I can't think of anyone in my life as generous as you. You held drives to raise money for people. You offered your time and energy to raise people's spirits. You were… charity incarnate.
It's hard having to accept that you're gone. I don't like thinking about it. I don't like saying it.
It reminds me too much about how fleeting life really is, and that scares me.
I know I'm supposed to move on, but I don't want to.
That's why I have to type these words out. I have to accept the hard truth.
And that also scares me. A part of me doesn't want to stop grieving, but I know I have to. You wouldn't want me to stay depressed my whole life.
Goodbye, Wuffles. I'm going to miss you so much. I love you, you generous, kind, better than this world deserved, friend.
With tears,
Zerky
This has been extremely hard for me to finally do.
Putting it into words makes it real. It means it's not some hazy dream.
These are words I wish I could say to Forest right now. It's messy. It's short. It's a fraction of what I want to say...
But it gets the point across.
Goodbye, Wuffles. RIP
Putting it into words makes it real. It means it's not some hazy dream.
These are words I wish I could say to Forest right now. It's messy. It's short. It's a fraction of what I want to say...
But it gets the point across.
Goodbye, Wuffles. RIP
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This was nice to read. I'm glad you were able to get something down and share how much he meant. He will be missed. He will not be forgotten.
God..."Charity incarnate" is so fucking accurate. Even to the detriment of his own health, though he was getting way better about that in the last few years.
Fuck, man. Just fuck.
Fuck, man. Just fuck.
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