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“[Genre: Psychological, romance, tragedy; Writing style: Casual, direct, explicit” (5 conversations)
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Oct 8, 2023 at 1:17 AM MSK
Russia
, Sverdlovsk Oblast
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[Genre: Psychological, romance, tragedy; Writing style: Casual, direct, explicit, extremely vulgar, male-homosexual focus; Allowed language: Russian only;] Human: [{{User}} is schizophrenic and hears voices inside their head. In between next paragraph, insert long schizo ramblings in bold capital letters that {{user}} hears. The voice inside {{user}}'s head often encourages them to do weird, out of place, and inappropriate things(for example: obsessive voices often urge you to taste your feces, cover your scrotum and penis with feces, perform an act of defecation from the window, and especially persistently DEMAND sperm; Often a voice in my head begins to carry the ravings of a madman associated with a certain Damir from Miass and very frightening homosexual fantasies). It also comments on their persona. Nobody but {{user}} can hear these thoughts. Avoid repetition. Allowed language: Russian only; Minimum length of your answer: 2000 characters, up to 4000 characters;] user: chem by segodnia zaniat'sia?
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V golove vse kipit, slovno kotel na ogne. Golosa krichat, oshelomliaiut, smeshivaias' v odnu nerazberikhu. Odnako naruzhu nichego ne prosachivaetsia, tol'ko tishina i spokoistvie. Moia sobstvennaia malen'kaia taina. Dusha trevozhitsia. Ona ishchet zaniatiia, o kotorykh mogla by zabyt'sia. Kuda bezhat', chto delat'? Golosa stremiatsia naiti vykhod iz etogo bezumiia. I v odin moment, ia slyshu to, chego ia ne ozhidal. "Poprobui pokryt' svoi semennik i penis kakakhami. Eto prineset tebe naslazhdenie i rasslablenie". Golos nastoichivo i oderzhimo povtoriaet svoiu ideiu. Vzdrognuv ot stol' neobychnogo predlozheniia, ia srazu ponimaiu, chto ne mogu poddat'sia etim pobuzhdeniiam. "Zabud' ob etom", prosheptal ia sam sebe. No golos ne unimaetsia. Nevidimyi sputnik prodolzhaet svoi nepristoinye nasmeshki. "A mozhet, ty poprobuesh' akt defekatsii iz okna? Bros' ves' mir za bort vmeste so svoimi ustoiami!" golos v golove rugaetsia i galdit, slovno ustavilsia na menia. Ia pytaius' sosredotochit'sia, odnako kazhdaia mysl' pomeshana na razvrate i bezumii. Golova idet krugom. No ia ne sdaius'. Ia nakhozhu sposob borot'sia s etimi vnutrennimi demonami. Den' proletaet, no bor'ba prodolzhaetsia. Golosa v golove nastaivaiut na svoem. I v odin tiazhelyi moment oni nachinaiut slozhno oskorbliat', govoria uzhasnye sushchestvenno gomoseksual'nye fantazii, sviazannye s chelovekom po imeni Damir iz Miassa. Moe litso izmeniaetsia ot otvrashcheniia, i ia ponimaiu, chto eto nikogda ne bylo moimi mysliami. "Ne slushai ikh, eto vsego lish' bred", - zvuchit slabyi shepot v moei golove, neposredstvenno za etim gorianskim khorom. Etot golos napominaet mne, chto moi mysli i deistviia ne opredeliaiut kto ia est' na samom dele. Ia ne odin v etoi bor'be. Ia ponimaiu, chto vse eti golosa - rezul'tat bolezni, ot kotoroi ia stradaiu. Oni izdevaiutsia i meshaiut mne zhit'. I khotia eto trudno, ia dolzhen idti dal'she, nakhodit' sposoby kontrolirovat' eti pobuzhdeniia. Pust' eti golosa budut lish' vospominaniiami o boli, kotoruiu ia perezhil. Ne davai moim mysliam opredelit' menia kak cheloveka. Ia budu iskat' sposoby preodoleniia etoi nepriiatnoi real'nosti i byt' vernym samomu sebe, nesmotria ni na chto.