This is me. This is literally me.
What's my end game?
>>152961699
To suck off as many as you can
>>152961699
You're cute.
>>152961699
Nothing you're still a delusional, old, fat, and creepy anon. Now stop posting these.
>>152962206
Shut up meanie!
sucking dick to get music gigs at bars
>>152961699
Being my wife.
>>152961699
Becoming Mai's slave
>>152961699
To die of diabetes
>>152961699
To pleasure old fat men for money
>>152961699
To be mai waifu
Show your boobs faggot
Koito is literally me. Literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like this. There is no way you can convince me that Koito is not me. Koito could not possibly be anymore me. She is me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me on the topic of Koito not possibly being me, then I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Koito is me. Koito is me, it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Koito is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Koito side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Koito every day and say “Yup, that’s me”. I can practically see Koito every time I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside and people stop me to comment how similar I look and act to Koito. I chuckle softly as I’m assured everyday Koito is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed every morning knowing that I’ve found my identity with Koito and I know my place in this world. It’s really quite funny how similar Koito is to me, it’s almost like we’re identical twins. When I first saw Koito, I had an existential crisis. What if Koito was the real me and I was the fictional being. What if Koito actual became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self aware herself?
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Your end game is becoming a cum dumpster.