Why must I bear this?
Why must I perceive these things, even though they're just barely there?
When all seems to be going well, it takes but a tiny crack in the pot for everything to change.
Would it be different if people were different? Would it be the same? Would I enjoy it?
I care very little for answers and specially "hard truths", now... That ship has sailed a long time ago! But attitudes, they define us more than any words we might say and fuck me if I'm gonna keep up like this!
It's bad enough when you're looked upon as a sort of ghost of Christmas past! It's worse still when you're handled as just a mere ghost... Tangibility's a fickle thing!
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