I've realized my mistakes, and I've relived my childhood traumas. That monster I cannot call a man has taken over my life, and I let him. But I shall suffer onto this no longer.
The thing was not standing at my front door this morning. He knows I've woken from my fool's journey, and if he doesn't already know full well that Hell's coming to his backyard, he'll learn when he hears the devil's name is Veronica.
Humanity is a disgusting piece of pleasure, and that creature made me realize why. The blonde man is not a symptom of mankind, but the study of the disease. With sin comes, as it must, temptation and appeal. With sin comes, as it must, the lie. As children, we were taught lies came in little white packages, and that it was alright for mommy and daddy to cheat on each other and murder their innocence on the literal little white packages you may know as cocaine. But the little white packages are mere proxies to the malevolent structure of black lies. These are not little, but tall and thin. They tempt all of us, ushering us into the streets of disgust and the wheats of lust.
I fell for that thing's web of branches because I did not understand temptation. Well, I'm no longer tempted, you filthy bitch. I'm driven, and you're standing in the middle of my fast lane.
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