You thought you were okay. You thought I was gone, that I was chained up, that maybe you had starved me to death, that I was a husk, dried and dead. You thought you were okay, that you had risen above it all. You forgot that I will always be here, waiting for your guard to drop, for you to get too confident, for you to get too comfortable. I will never die. When your son asked if you believed in ghosts you said no, but you lied. You believe in ghosts. You believe in me. I'm real. Even if you forgot, even if you want to deny it, I am here now and I will stay until you are a ghost yourself. The word is haunted . I want you to hit things, I want you to scare the people you love. I want you to fill yourself with desolation, with bleak blind despair. You get it. You remember. You are alone, you are a fucking loser. You remember, don't you? That you are inconsequential, that you are a fat stupid asshole? You get it, even if others w...
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