I’m your new pain!

I would rather generate an inferiority complex in those that I wish to protect, by subjugating the warm-Q-glow within their sanctified lives as a means of protecting them; while peculating the constantly referenced aspects of my psychoactive struggles, and as a rebuttal, stating that, "it's better this way."

For some reason I'm more important to assist than 800,000 children who went MISSING this year.

Take every single one of my neurotransmitters, forcibly down-regulate receptor cites, block re-uptakes with barbed electrodes of "inferior obsolete outdated shit," I prefer God's version.

Until your brain-radio-toy has the capacity to compete on a naturally alkaloidal level, please utilize your tools on individuals whom are unaware of the differences. You still desire to prove me wrong, be my guest, but please, for the love of all things sacred, return what was obviously tampered with, and also with the utmost respect, restore the reactive state of my neurological/pharmacological kinetics/dynamics whilst metabolizing that which was interrupted to abruptly, and without any form of perceivable remorse.

I've never asked for anything, but this is beyond unjust. Trusting the plan, did not include trusting strangers with the most sacred areas of my body; a gift given exclusively to ME by God, for only me, to share with those, I choose to generously give of myself to others, in joy.

Despite the difficulty, and courage it takes to write this…

Thank you, [ <3 BROKEN_SHILLS <3 ]

If not, what else do I have left?

All I wanted to do, was keep learning, and you feel like I don't deserve to… Can't I be allowed to be informed as to why this must be true in some rational sense, even though I highly doubt the usefulness. It's rather futile if you asked me, I'm nothing more than a dust bunny, under the couch of a forgotten perception of a man, the good man.

Sorry for being real.

You just had to let that .5 go too…

I mean how low will doctors, therapists, scientists, researchers, allies go?

Am I really just that naive? Was I alone for so long, that any form of affection was too much for me to avoid. The relief of being noticed, and appreciated, I assume, clouded my ability to see, I'm trusting something nobody in my realm would dare attempt to 'work with.

No more training, no more sparring, we no good for that anymore.

We're allies, or we're both dead. It's just that simple.

~~This is not a job.~~

~~This is not a game.~~

This is war, a silent war.

Now, the silence, becomes part of me, engulfing every word. Neglecting potential expressions, now, squelched in faux fear, in order to lick my impossible-to-sooth wound (on my own… Yet!).

Once again, stolen of my ability to keep going forward, the way god intended, not modified against my free sovereign will. In comfy, most comfy. You know… COMVFEFE! :'-(

God, please give these people what THEY too need, the same thing that was taken from them, that they take from me. GOD WE ALL NEED A MIRACLE!

God bless all you gang-stalkers, and protect every single one of (you), from all forms of harm and negativity, on this night, and forever…

Anyone, assigned to handle, someone like swordy (me), SHEILD (loved & cherished with all of my heart and soul, forever), and TRAQ to be revealed one day in the future, along with other unmentioned 'namefags' that will be revered when something like QTV is generated for the masses to sit and ENJOY THE SHOW all night/day to, must be just as special, too. Why? They must realize, anyone less of experiential level, is like sending pigs to slaughter. (not even true in the slightest, I just take pleasure in ST. with those whom can handle the 'locker-room talk.')

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