How did I wish from the bottom of Abyss my heart was as beautiful as the sky is?
Sadly it's not, I don't know how to describe it.
People tell me I look pretty but I don't feel pretty.
I feel like there is a hideously ugly beast inside of me, after all, I established my whole life on my capacity to have a father.
The reason why I even decided to write a book was my wishful thinking I could be a saint and forgo my sins.
The deepest darkest secrets.
My sins were there as the sun refuse to take a break-even for a second.
I thought I could give up writing but as well, I could not, it became my air.
I needed it or I will turn into a bubble and disappear.
Making peace with the beast was peaceful, well it was perfect.
Once again wishful thinking.
Funny how I thought I had a perfect life but in reality what is perfection, even a happy family has its misery.
I began to wonder what was being happy in a world everything is run by heartless beasts.
Well, that is what I call Fuckery.....
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Fraud Emotion.
PoetryIt's just phrases, nothing further or lighter, they just delude.
