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>yeah, you know what. you are just a filthy chronically online esl noob shitskinned ape who doesn't know how to communicate and be friendly, I know you are trying to ragebait me but you fucking suck balls at your job, I am NOT your fucking slave, but I am a Slave to God almighty. You need to get your priorities straight with your life you dummy. Trying to reason with you is just talking to a brick wall, You are a lost clause you know that? Nobody loves you in this world not even this website. As what LowTierGod has said, "Your life is nothing, you serve zero purpose, YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF, NOW!!"
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I wrote it before taking acid for the first time, basically a "if I kill myself it's because I fried my brain, not your fault" note
Also, it was hidden in a PC in my closet so idk how the nosey fucker found it.
I was only 6 deels released I loved Massa so much, I had all the merch, every archived upload, and a folder full of rare Massa artwork. I’d pray to him every night before bed, thanking him for the show I’d been given. “Massa is love,” I would say. “Massa is life.” My dad heard me and told me to stop worshipping some Dutch animator on the internet. I knew he was only jealous of my devotion to Studio Massa. I called him a fnfpedo. He slammed the door and told me to go to sleep. I was crying now. My face hurt. I lay in bed surrounded by pepernoten, and one shitoko fresh stroopwafel. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Massa. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "Belgians aren't a race". He grabs me with his powerful animator hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my funds for Massa. He penetrates my bank account. It hurts so much, but I do it for Massa. I can feel my bank account draining as my eyes start to water. I fund his show. I want to please Massa. He animates a mighty show, as he fills my mind with his creations. My dad walks in. Massa looks him straight in the eye, and says, "G E K O L O N I S E E R D". Massa leaves through my window. Massa is love. Massa is life.