I hoped hatred might someday replace the pain.
It makes a man hideous.
Inside and outside.
Wouldn't you agree?
We write our shitposts in giant reply box. We makes colorful texts with missing color hex codes. We scroll forward without pages. Then, and only then, are we alive. This "Pain" is ours and no one else's. A secret weapon we wield, out of sight. We will be stronger than ever. For our shitposts... Still, It doesn't feel like this is over...
And I'll never be whole again.
It makes a man hideous.
Inside and outside.
Wouldn't you agree?
We write our shitposts in giant reply box. We makes colorful texts with missing color hex codes. We scroll forward without pages. Then, and only then, are we alive. This "Pain" is ours and no one else's. A secret weapon we wield, out of sight. We will be stronger than ever. For our shitposts... Still, It doesn't feel like this is over...
And I'll never be whole again.