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what an idyllic circumstance with such an innocuous face
when i was younger, dreams were easy. they bore shapes and strange resemblances to figures and words that turn a happy merry-go-round on themselves.every part that played a hand in "now" never seemed to matter and all that shone was my favourite mashed potato with butter that grandma made.and all that burned in my memory was the fear of losing my mother. yet, by some cruel twist of fate, i was never really a child free of such animalistic desires.you who were selfish, did you not seek to keep others away from your luscious and toxic dreams. i was only a baby, only a child. naive but at least innocent. what selfish greed your inner demons birthed. did you not have any sliver of regret? or did you just laugh it off like it was excusable because others were doing it. As if that makes anything and suddenly everything okay. If i visit you today to cut off your head and smile triumphantly saying,"hey i'm not the only one who takes revenge" would that go very well down your own throat? ... and its sad that my parents think of the world in such simplistic terms when there are just too many undercurrents I see. layers upon layers of pride, of selfishness, of greed, of unhealthy desires. its horrifying to see it in myself too.
It's not okay, it's disgusting.
when i was younger, dreams were easy. they bore shapes and strange resemblances to figures and words that turn a happy merry-go-round on themselves.every part that played a hand in "now" never seemed to matter and all that shone was my favourite mashed potato with butter that grandma made.and all that burned in my memory was the fear of losing my mother. yet, by some cruel twist of fate, i was never really a child free of such animalistic desires.you who were selfish, did you not seek to keep others away from your luscious and toxic dreams. i was only a baby, only a child. naive but at least innocent. what selfish greed your inner demons birthed. did you not have any sliver of regret? or did you just laugh it off like it was excusable because others were doing it. As if that makes anything and suddenly everything okay. If i visit you today to cut off your head and smile triumphantly saying,"hey i'm not the only one who takes revenge" would that go very well down your own throat? ... and its sad that my parents think of the world in such simplistic terms when there are just too many undercurrents I see. layers upon layers of pride, of selfishness, of greed, of unhealthy desires. its horrifying to see it in myself too.
It's not okay, it's disgusting.