Let me be your charity card.
Your law bypass tool.
Spells of hope for more demonic ends.
Ultimately, you've created a life that is a worse fate than death.
You never cared about me or anything except to use me.
Fuck you.
You leave me to essentially bleed to death while being hit with rocks by some demonic four-year-old.
They only use me as a moment to reflect on their divine genes and how good I am to realize my patheticness. It is true. I'm pretty pathetic, but we have a Big Pity Party.
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