temper tantrum ;; jjk

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i was the cornfield.

i was easy to exploit, standing around with lacking protection.
i displayed the entirety of my belongings, inviting people like you to purploin everything from me.
i defined myself over the sound-looking surface i had to offer, not showing the many instable pillars that were barely able to carry the weight of the perfect semblance.

i was too weak to defend myself, and you enjoyed wrecking me.
i couldn't banish you, maybe i didn't even want to, i knew that our relationship was toxic for me nevertheless.
i didn't mean to end up worthless and blank, but you didn't leave me a choice.

my gleaming golden seeming was resilient when the sun was beating down on the ground.
once the untained bright blue sky was covered by a grey, heavy layer of clouds however, i turned into a brown-looking ocean of undulating stems threatening to snap under the flurries of your outbursts.

i was the cornfield.