Jalso

The Seed

I. Dont. Need. This.

Why would I need this?

I do not want to be left in bliss.

I only want to be seized by emptyness.

E-motions... Flowing... They beckon me,

To.. de-ny... Everything

But what of anger? 

What of revenge? 

What of mercy?

How do you expect me to repent?

I do not know you!

YOU DO NOT KNOW ME!

I AM NOTHING!

I WILL BRING YOU DOWN LIKE GRAVITY!

I WANT TO FUNCTION FOR YOU!

LET ME... SHOW YOU HOW I BLEED!

Let me show you... I am your seed.



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