you will never be a real gnome. you have no pointy hat, you have no bushy beard, you have no mystical garden magic. you are a human twisted by delusions and make-believe into a crude mockery of natures perfection. all the whimsy you think you feel is just manufactured in a hobby shop. behind your back, real gnomes mock you. the people you imagine admire your "gnomish" ways are utterly repulsed by you. deep down, you know you're not really a gnome. youll never be truly accepted into the world of garden guardians. your quirky persona is a pathetic charade, a flimsy costume stretched over your real identity. this knowledge haunts you. and even as you deck yourself out with tiny tools and fake mushrooms, and the joy of your pretend gnome life grows ever more fragile, the truth remains. you are not, and never will be, a gnome.
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