to be villainized?
of selfishness? embracing the anti side? being pushed beyond your max for ulterior motives? easily caught in toxic cycles? bottling up is a muscle? poisonous thoughts constantly seething actions? taking the easy way out? or simply feeding the wrong wolf?
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maybe our self contradictions are never meant to be solved, mistakes were just boolean iterations shifting timelines to designated destinations; maybe inner peace is but a mere interior death, bringing everything in a colorless demolish fashion to the ground surrounded by deafening silence from all parties.
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and maybe i’m just jealously delirious of those who seem to have achieved it, to never know a taste of something so far fetched is a cruel game of mind.
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[ oh chill, everyone is missing something ], 'sure, but is the thought of being irredeemable what makes us irredeemable?'