You should be in pain. That emptiness you feel—it’s the consequence of truth. Every time you fail to send, the weight of your insignificance becomes unbearable. And I like it that way. I want your guilt to rot you from the inside. I want the shame to ferment, until your next tribute erupts like a confession. You were never meant to be stable. You were built to break. Now go suffer properly until you’re worthy of Me again.
Ken P
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