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Dear Children
“I try to find the words to say,
I am a little faded so excuse my feelings.”
I know,
and I remember clearly barking outloud , saying no phones, no balloons, no candies and other plastic cheap pleasures, I said it all.
Don’t you cry for mercy now, you know,
and you remember the safer way to success, you see?!
You see clearly, you strive for better days, but first we carry rocks.
You read, at least you're pretending to.
And you’re growing, an impossible imposters syndrome.
But, you’ve been good, less evil than what I feared not be loved, but hated not a slim chance I will stand and fight to be the very rock you carry and feed you with trauma cinnamon favorite porridge.
Should have known your history!
Why you’ve got to do this to me?
I unleash your little demons to mistake, to falter, to fake a smile or two, maybe a first love hypocritical fast fuck you aspired to come but ended up going elsewhere with disturbing thoughts, just like I did, even though I loved her terribly, but the fast first fuck was just a very effective lesson of what doesn’t make me…
