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The most delusional person you could ever meet. They just don’t seem to have a very strong grip on reality. But they’re usually Christian, so that’s kinda dope
“Hey my names Jane.”
“Oh so your flat, gotcha”
a girl who wears diapers as a kink
“you see that girl? shes cute”
“hell naw its jane.”
Jane is a human with the biggest heart ever and has the best personality and is the most genuine person you could have in your life.
A simpler term for plain Jane.
I was talking to this girl. She was cool and all, but she’s a Jane.
A REALLY BIG WEEB AND A FRIEND THAT WE ALL HAVE ALSO THEY ARE PROBABLY A FURRY
Bro there is a girl in my la class who is such a big Jane
A short person who loves the movie leprechan, she is a great kind hearted person who thinks of others before herself. Though she puts herself below others sometimes it seems, we all still love and care for her, she is a great friend and will always be someone we like close to us.
sentence example: I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.
A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near.
Yet somehow out of reach.
But, you will never find them. None of you will.
This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.
I am remaining as well. I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits.
They don't belong to you.
As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears.
Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend.
jane