You manifest your ugly head crushing our disre to attain our deepest wants. The motivation to love and to be loved. Anxiety presses her hands over my mouth and ears. She only let's me hear what she wants me to hear and speak what she wants me to speak. Of all the things in this world, the ugliest of those degenerate chains come from our own minds and thoughts.
Snap....snap....snap. The cries of the people who we mindlessly judge with our blind ignorance. We do not feel their pain, we can not even begin to comprehend the hearts of others. Yet in hypocrisy we silently judge those who do not dwell with in our fictional social criteria. Playing God is fun while it lasts, but what happens when you the creation is judged by the creator?
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Think Tank
De TodoThis is a place to store all of my deepest thoughts. It's not supposed to be easily followed or make any sense.
