A Kinder World
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Last published Sat, Feb 24, 2024
If you had the chance to leave this cursed world behind, would you take it as I have?
This world remains so miserably cruel, like a darkened nightmare, a nightmare I have long since given up finding anyone to light for me,
this world has never been safe nor provided me any small comfort...
And yet, they say you should find beauty in the little things, the flowers, the birds, the people you meet, and yet, where I live the flowers wilt, the birds fly so high as if taunting me down here, and the people, I can only wish I had never met. The truth is we can't see the beauty that isn't there, the beauty that we ruined, that ran far from our dirtied hands.
So every second in this godforsaken world I desperately wonder...
Once I have cried and bled enough... can I finally go... to that Kinder World?
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TW: Detailed Violence + Self Harm
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