it was quite a sad thing, these beautiful little things caused you a great hatred because they reminded you of your former life that no longer belonged to you but to a younger and prettier version of you that would be replaced soon too and it was a vicious cycle, all your missing and replacing and breaking the perfectly good people who just wanted to enjoy those few thing, those little beautifuls and you just ruined them. and they were sad and angry but couldn't express it save through bad poetry on random writing websites where it was unknown and unimportant but that didn't matter because they were lost from their past happiness and all they wanted was to watch the sunset but you went and poked out their eyes.
