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truth no one would or ever could believeposted Jun 6th 2010, 7:00PM
Mood: Discouraged
In this world where others com last
And self comes fist
Where happiness never lasts
And others matter zilch
A real caring person, if one exists, would look around a cry for eternity for the bad in humans that can be found so often it suffocates what good may be locked inside. It’s a parasite that can’t be killed and swarms around like a never ending plague. If you are one that can see what others cannot then you understand my frustration. Humans kill anything and everything, even each other. Too bad they’re not extinct….yet.
Don’t waste your time trying to trust someone just ’cause you have seen their light, because just as a wild animal cant be tamed, neither can the bad be blown away.
And now where others care for their own selves and virtually nothing for others, they wouldn’t mind hurting anyone who gets in their way.
Though sometimes the happiness of one person may involve another being. Like a father that has a son. But look closer, isn’t the father living a double life through his son? Try being a sister to that son and watch the props and looks your father awards your brother and yet you get almost nothing. As time goes by you notice that every time he looks at you, you see something your not supposed to see: hate and regret. He sees you as only a lost expense in his finances and right when you think you can deal with your him, life spits disappointment and despair right back in your face. You may turn to your mother for comfort only to find her corrupted by the brother who has been trained to manipulate people so well that it turns into that parasite that you know oh so well. So you dust off your shoulder and seek help from your best friend, only to find that she too has been changed by a boyfriend that you so urgently and frequently warned her about. Now it feels like that person- friend, that you used to know was only an illusion in your imagination. Once again you get back on your feet and try to cling to things that make life worth living and try to go on once again. Seeing the things others cannot see leaves a scar on your sole and sometimes others notice it. They may think of it a guard or border you set up around yourself, or they may even assume that you have been deeply hurt. Though the assumption may be slightly right, it is not for the reasons they may tend to believe. Try being different and aim to help only find out there is nothing you can do. Its like knowing the world will end and on what specific date or year, knowing that you will survive but there is nothing you can do to save any others. Where one will never fully succeed at even imagining the full extent to what I can see, I will still continue to live through this life in torture for what I know and can see. Knowledge is not the beginning of intelligence, but the ultimate torture that can drive a seer mad. This isn’t even .0000-eternity-001 present of what even a weak seer may know, it accumulates the size of knowledge to a seer as breathing for life is to you, a normal human.
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