Chat. The corner stone of racists and haters. But it was my life. I lived for chat. I loved it. It loved me too. But then it happened. I was struck aside. Alone. Angry. But sad as well. For something was missing. I needed chat. It needed me. But now a void was swelling inside of me. The cancerous pain ate at me. But what did it take? Oh no. It was my heart. My love drained. I'm no longer me anymore. I'm a shell of my former self. What have I become? It hurts. Burns. I'm dying.
I love chat. Will you love me again?
{{by-cpwuser|So Sunny}}