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[we_do_not_exist]

anywhere on my own, cause i can say
the very worst part of you
is me.

women want me. comely wenches, even.
and i push them all aside.

your armor becomes your prison, fool.

i wonder often about how things might have been.
how i might have been.

i thought, the other day, my parents might feel as though they failed, the way i am with them.

though, they did, so i don't feel that bad about it.
but, is it me, or them?
no, i just look for other things to blame.

it's not my fault i'm craven. it can't be. i am powerless before my nature.

i wonder.

will i ever grow up?

no.

i should ghost out.
take the money and run.

if you stay in the same place for twenty years, and you don't like who you are, you should probably try changing places.

though i'm here now, and they might miss me.

piss on them, though. i am the all important center of the whorling universe.

truth be told, little boy, you oughta grow up.