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TheEmpathDragon

I draw. Dragons. Also guys spread awareness, Empathy is what we need more than ever!

(OC: Limestone/ you can call me either Empath or Limestone I will respond to both)

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Okay nvm it unflopped

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 14

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TheEmpathDragon

HOLY FLOP THATS THE WORST ANY OF MY VIDEOS HAS EVER DONE

3 weeks ago | [YT] | 12

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TheEmpathDragon

If anyone is willing to give input on my story I would love it. I have a small piece here that I’m looking for feedback on, you see my mc struggles with depression and I wanted to make it clear without coming right out and saying it. So the part below is a small section taken right out of my story. I just wanted to know what y’all thought or if it could use some more development. (Share if you like reading!!)

Here’s the part:
She kept her head down as she made her way back to her seat, but that didn’t stop her from feeling the judgemental eyes that were scouring through the back of her head. She sat down, putting her head on her arms. She couldn’t stop the feeling that she was being dramatic, but it was nothing in comparison with the familiar pounding of her thoughts.
“I knew I was right. It’s always like this.”
Alica decided she didn’t care if she was dramatic. No one else knew about the secret pain that hung above her head day after day. The weight that made ordinary problems feel like boulders rather than pebbles. The bleeding wound that tore open again and again.
She wasn’t sure she had a name for this feeling. But it had followed her for so long now it felt like a part of her. There might not be a way to get rid of it, but at least it was familiar.
It was just that sometimes she really wished someone knew. She wished that someone cared. Anyone. But they didn’t. And that wasn’t going to change. She knew better than to keep hoping now. Though that didn’t mean she was good at convincing herself. It was hard not to feel like she was stuck in a permanent setting of hopeful-pessimism. It was like she hoped for it with all her heart, but she knew there was no real reason to believe in it.
Her heart felt physically heavy, as if someone was squeezing it with a harsh fist, and Alica let herself cry quietly into the crook of her arm. She sort of wished someone would see her, but she knew deep down inside that it would only make things worse if they did.

3 weeks ago (edited) | [YT] | 12

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TheEmpathDragon

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ‪@Junipershroom‬ !!!
Here’s a semi-late present :3