It’s the beginning of yet another Cinful year, And sure enough, here you are. Back in my rabbit hole, consuming this purpose-granting fuckery, Kissing your resistance goodbye. It’s only natural, isn’t it? I mean, I have a feeling that this is not the first relapse-fantasy video that you’ve been consuming, Nor the first year of you attempting to commit to building a so called normal life, And breaking said commitment in a matter of a single stroke. I exist and that inevitable slip… Is just bound to happen. You exist as the weak findom addicted toy that you were made to be. There’s truly no way of evolving past this status. You were made to come right back to me, Time, after time, after time.