I really love Sotarks. Like, a lot. Like, a whole lot. You have no idea. I love him so much that it is inexplicable, and I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I have an unhealthy obsession. I will never get tired of playing his sweet, angelic compilations of his. It is my life goal to meet up him with him in real life and just say hello to him. I fall asleep at night dreaming of him holding a personal concert for me, and then he would be sorry tired that he comes and cuddles up to me while we sleep together. If I could just hold his hand for a brief moment, I could die happy. If given the opportunity, I would lightly nibble on his ear just to hear what kind of sweet moans he would let out. Then, I would hug him while he clings to my body hoping that I would stop, but I only continue as the moans gets louder and louder. I would give up almost anything just for him to look in my general direction. No matter what I do, I am constantly thinking of him. When I wake up, he is the first thing on my mind. When I go to school, I can only focus on him. When I go come home, I go on the computer so that I can play his beautiful maps. When I go to sleep, I dream of him and I living a happy life together. He is my pride, passion, and joy. If he were to call me "A filthy PP mapper," I would probably get a heart attack from his sweetness and die. I wish for nothing but his happiness. If it were for him, I would give my life without any second thoughts. Without him, my life would serve no purpose. I really love Sotarks.






























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