I feel as if I'm floating no up and no down. Am I blind? Am I deaf? I don't know. I don't know because I know no real constant, no reality my whole existence hangs on the words of beings in my head, in the walls, corners, crevices and him. My existence whether that be a room, a building or the very walls of my mind I am unsure.
This is my constant this is my existence my damnation,condemnation to eternal punishment in hell, perdition, doom, hellfire; curse, execration, imprecation, excommunication, anathema, anathematization, malediction, archaicmalison
this is my life. And I no nothing besides pain.
Kim Taehyung. Yes, that's me.
I am a normal podcaster who brings guest to this show. You must be wondering why am i talking to you like this. Right? I was supposed to bring guests to my show to share their experience.
And guess what? I am here to share my experience with you guys. Idk, what to name it. It has adventure, thriller, suspense in it. So, will you guys stay here to listen to my experience. Well, don't leave in mid. Just wait, please.
"Good Afternoon, My name is Kim Taehyung and I am 24. I promise you that i will take care your kid like my own."
"Where is your son?"
"What do you mean by that? Can't you see that my son is sitting here?"
"Here?"
"Yes"
"By any chance, do you mean that this is your son" Taehyung said while pointing towards someone.
"Yes, my one and only son 'Jeon Jungkook'.
Taehyung gasped, because it isn't possible.
Top Jungkook
Bottom Taehyung