(tw: #pathetic #nsfw #nsfwe ??? Whatever) S9metimes I w9nder what it'd 6e like t9 6e kn9wn like I was. 9r, sh9uld have 6een? 6ef9re I died. Physically, metaph9rically. W9uld I have 6een grand? 9r w9uld they take me like I was? W9uld I have 6een t9rtured like I was? G9d, I think it's 6etter that I did fail at everything. 6ecause in s9me sick, twisted c9rner 9f my mind, I w9uld have enj9yed it. There are shackles 9n my wrists, at my ankles. I kneel 6ef9re the high6l99ds with every w9rd I have yet t9 speak dying 9n my t9ngue. Al9ngside the ash 9f a cigarette searing the flesh, s9mething else 6urns within the c9re 9f my 6eing. And just 6ef9re I die 9nce again, when the sickening hue I 6leed seeps fr9m my pusher int9 the dirt 6el9w, I feel it. That disgusting surge 9f euph9ria. The 9ne setting me apart fr9m the rest. H9w pathetic.
-I- don't th-i-nk you're pathet-i-c... <>
Y9u are s9 sweet. It's a g99d kind 9f pathetic.
Oh...okay <3 as -l-ong as you don't fee-l- bad for fee-l--i-ng -i-t!