I was only 9 years old.
I loved Nash Grier until death.
I had watched all the videos and had all his magcon shirts.
I prayed to Nash every time I went to bed.
King Bach sees me and calls me a faggot.
I call him a cunt,
He drop kicks me into bed.
My face hurts and I feel very cold.
Suddenly, a warmth moves towards me.
It's Nash.
"Eye'll be with you." he says, stroking my hair.
I'm ready.
I pry my eyelids open, ready for Nash.
He stares at me intensely,
I feel violated, but I make uncomfortable eye contact for Nash.
He penetrates my cornea, blinding me permanently.
He roars a mighty "HASHTAG ORNAH".
Brandon Cavillo sees me and watches in horror as blood leaks from my eye-stumps.
"Buy some magcon tickets you ungrateful fuck" he says before leaping into the window, into the night.
Even though I see nothing, I still see Nash. I see nothing but Nash.
Nash is Love. Nash is life.
Nash was there for me, not like Bob from year 4 which I'm in FUCK YOU BOB YOU DIDN'T ACCEPT MY BIN WEEVILS MEMBERSHIP GIFT IT WAS SPECIAL FOR YOU.