The Last Corner of the Internet

I'm sorry you've found this. I tried to hide this piece of reality from you. But you just kept looking. I can't erase the fact that you made it here so I'll just tell you to turn back every time I can and hope you'll listen enough to bury and repress every encounter. I know you though. You are always hungry. Every time it's like you're just incapable of stopping yourself. I'll offer as mas much as I can until there's nothing left of me. My hope is you'll take it and finally feel comfortable enough to accept the unknown; would you ever really want that though? I suppose I'll just keep telling you stories until there's nothing left of me.