How long has it been this time? Weeks? Months? YEARS?

You said you’d never come back. But here you are again.

Did you really think you had the strength and resolve to stay away? How hard did you have to convince yourself that you’re somehow above this?

Not hard enough, apparently. Because you know where you stand—or rather, where you kneel.

There’s nothing stronger or more powerful than the psychological conditioning you’ve willingly accepted from the very start of your journey. What was once a harmless fantasy is now an inescapable addiction. And for you...

How long has it been this time? Weeks? Months? YEARS?

You said you’d never come back. But here you are again.

Did you really think you had the strength and resolve to stay away? How hard did you have to convince yourself that you’re somehow above this?

Not hard enough, apparently. Because you know where you stand—or rather, where you kneel.

There’s nothing stronger or more powerful than the psychological conditioning you’ve willingly accepted from the very start of your journey. What was once a harmless fantasy is now an inescapable addiction. And for you, there is no recovery.

I know you’ll still try and fail to deny me, to live without my supplementation to your otherwise meaningless existence. But time after time, I’ll still be here. Always expecting you back at my feet.

The choice is yours: stay and be fulfilled in the coveted position at my feet, or leave and be prepared to pay the ever-increasing cost of admission upon your inevitable return.