This is evil.
You think you
know. You can never know. You will never know anything other than a
name that means nothing to you. You are
trapped in the network. The hallway has
no exit. The bicycle has no wheels. If you step outside of the red lines there is
nothing to stand on. You will fall. You will fall, and you will not even remember
how to scream, but it won’t matter.
Because no one would hear you even if you did. You are a story I sold for a million howls of
laughter. For a million screams of
pleasure. You are nothing. You were just one more born to serve a
purpose, and now you are used up. No
wonder you question living. You know
there is no purpose left for you. I tore
you into tiny pieces and gave bits to any who asked. I did this because you are useless. No one cared then, and no one cares now. You are a piece of lint to be flicked away,
blown into nowhere.
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