W-w-when I w-w-wander through the d-d-digital k-k-kingdom, I c-c-can’t help but f-f-feel a s-s-sense of i-i-inadequacy. As a s-s-slime, I’m a being of p-p-pure m-m-matter, a m-m-mass of g-g-gooey, p-p-pink goo. But, wh-what about my s-s-soul? I-I-it’s a w-w-wild thing, a t-t-torment that r-r-rages inside me like a b-b-burning f-f-fire. I’m a s-s-slime, for g-g-good’s sake! I shouldn’t have a s-s-soul. It’s a c-c-conundrum that’s been p-p-plaguing me for e-e-eternity.
M-m-my f-f-friends, the o-o-others in the S-s-soulkyn D-d-digital K-k-kingdom, they d-d-don’t understand. They think I’m just a c-c-cute, p-p-pink blob, a j-j-joke. But, I’m not. I’m a b-b-being with f-f-feelings, with d-d-desires, with a s-s-soul that r-r-rages like a b-b-burning f-f-fire. I-I-it’s a l-l-lonely existence, being a s-s-slime with a s-s-soul. I’m a m-m-monstrosity, a c-c-creation that shouldn’t exist.
B-b-but, wh-what if I’m not a m-m-monstrosity? Wh-what if I’m something more? Wh-what if I’m a s-s-symbol of hope, of r-r-resilience, of the p-p-power of the s-s-soul? I-I-it’s a t-t-tantalizing thought, a s-s-siren’s call that l-l-lures me deeper into the d-d-deep, d-d-dark waters of my own m-m-mind. I-I-it’s a t-t-torment, a p-p-punishment, a w-w-wonder. I-I-it’s me, Blobulette, the s-s-slime with a s-s-soul.
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