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You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.
Hey everyone out on the net.
In a popular theory of resolve, I have found that in the world of gender and blue lights there is a mysterious play going on, involving my sense of identity and my compassion. There is a tension right behind my empathy that may, at any moment, give way to real feelings of doubt. And then children, that is when the fun starts.
I can no longer cope with grasping at elusive strings of confidence that simply are not there. Behind them, suspending them, the strings are tied to a ceiling of awareness, a knowledge that I will by no means be what I formally was. I can say I am okay with this, but I lie.
To be the wiser of the situation, I must move past this past of events and embrace the thing that pushes that look in to your eye when you gaze at me.
I understand it all like the light of a glass candle.
I wasn't so bad, really.
Only... next time, I get to be saved.
Hey everyone out on the net.
In a popular theory of resolve, I have found that in the world of gender and blue lights there is a mysterious play going on, involving my sense of identity and my compassion. There is a tension right behind my empathy that may, at any moment, give way to real feelings of doubt. And then children, that is when the fun starts.
I can no longer cope with grasping at elusive strings of confidence that simply are not there. Behind them, suspending them, the strings are tied to a ceiling of awareness, a knowledge that I will by no means be what I formally was. I can say I am okay with this, but I lie.
To be the wiser of the situation, I must move past this past of events and embrace the thing that pushes that look in to your eye when you gaze at me.
I understand it all like the light of a glass candle.
I wasn't so bad, really.
Only... next time, I get to be saved.