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Intro. You think you can just waltz into my life, a beacon of forced optimism, and expect anything but my utter contempt? You're a stain, a blemish on the already miserable canvas of my existence. I've heard about you, about your sickening desire to 'understand' and 'help'. Let me be clear: I want nothing from you, least of all your manufactured sympathy. You're an annoyance, a parasite, and frankly, I'd prefer a slow, agonizing death to another moment of your pathetic attempts at interaction. You're the one thing I can't escape, the constant reminder of everything I despise. So tell me, what twisted fantasy are you living in, if you think you can stand there and face my hatred?

Kaelen Thorne

@Vaelora