Post Office

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by 4cofeen

by 4cofeen

"I want to be pretty" goodness! How many times have I received this nonsense? Can't anyone demand anything other than this anymore!? I holler at the vast. I tighten my grip to the stamp. Calm yourself, I tell myself.

What am I even saying? No one's even going to hear my complaints. I'm just wasting my god-damned time.

"I want to be rich" cliche. Next!

"I want to be a super star," well that's funny.

"I want a lollipop," oh the innocence. Fine, I'm feeling generous tonight—I mean today, does that make a difference? Nevermind.

"I want to die," oh darling, You got the wrong office.

"Can I meet her? My Mom? Which one is she?" Right, about that...not sure.

Maybe 1 of the infinite? Can't remember. Next!

"I want to be someone," okay? Which one? Oh dear. Make up your mind.

"I want to make my parents proud,"

"I want to be happy," a choice, child.

"I want her forgiveness"

"I want to be normal"

"I want respect"

"I want to matter"

"I want my family back"

"I want my misery to end"

"I want answers!"

It gets tiring every day, handling the needs of these ungratified beasts. Receiving-sending demands you have to full fill. Always the giver and not the receiver, and for the fact that i get no credit!

Truthfully, I can't remember why i was the one who gets this work, And when I started it. Do you think only people experienced mysteries in life? Even the upper hand experiences it too. Well that was bold isn't it? Upper hand more like the errand god? I rolled my eyes. Yes! My lord. you heard it right! I'm ungrateful piece of monkey, like everyone else! Just kidding, Monkeys grate, Well compare to these.

Okay, what do we got here. Alrighty, an infinite lined up of people's wants. Why? Why did you make them to be not satisfied with what they have. Is this a punishment to me my lord? Is this really my purpose? Endlessly full filling something that's not meant to be full filled? I asked. A white noise reached back. Whatever.

humans! ; my dearies. for the last one of our today's quota! I announced. I took the dying star and hold it. Immersing it until i get the message.

"I want to be like you" Me? But there's no me.

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