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Pressed - to the point where resisting becomes utterly futile by my own mind, I carry on this two faced life; this life of showcasing and smiling, all the while restricting the tremendous maelstrom within me; this endless war on society and its feeble demagogues, seemingly endless in numbers.
For too long has this war raged and ravaged what once was such a peaceful land. For too long have I fought on both sides.
But there is no turning back now,eh. The sativian mind will assist me, I'm sure, but what if it is not enough?
All I want, is to become one with The Tree, so that all the petty conflicts within me can dissolve into nothingness.
Aw, the little boy is disillusioned, what a shame. Well, what did you expect when playing with the waves, huh?
Anywho. The mountain of fucking work that is school, is calling for me with its oh so deceptive voice. Sirene song. They promised us leisure, didn't they? I don't know, I'm too dried out to even care.
I blame my parents for not saving me. For I am far too receptible to their fucking bullshit.
For too long has this war raged and ravaged what once was such a peaceful land. For too long have I fought on both sides.
But there is no turning back now,eh. The sativian mind will assist me, I'm sure, but what if it is not enough?
All I want, is to become one with The Tree, so that all the petty conflicts within me can dissolve into nothingness.
Aw, the little boy is disillusioned, what a shame. Well, what did you expect when playing with the waves, huh?
Anywho. The mountain of fucking work that is school, is calling for me with its oh so deceptive voice. Sirene song. They promised us leisure, didn't they? I don't know, I'm too dried out to even care.
I blame my parents for not saving me. For I am far too receptible to their fucking bullshit.
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