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Latest revision as of 22:48, 20 November 2022
Over the few years I've been alive, I learned of emotions. Particularly anger and hatred.
The reality of my life is that it is extremely tedious, painful, agonising and just awful.
Every day I hear the same high-pitched squeals and screams, and the occasional attempt of lowering a voice. I will always shake around spastically.
After a few hours of this, usually in the mornings, I will be left on a windowsill as some kind of horrible torture. I'm left for hours, staring into the wide world in which I could be roaming.
But no. Instead I am stuck here, in the same daily rut.
I feel like I am a pawn in a sick game.
A child's plaything...
I feel like a children's toy.
Credited to The Aeronaut
Originally uploaded on January 21, 2012
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