Stupid Deontology



I'm thrown into the dump every time I hear your name. It serves as a reminder of how much I wish things would be different. Your name is shining in my head, and the reflective dome of my skull bounces your light until dark thoughts make you fade away. After a few minutes of calm, thunder strikes again. You used to blissfully bother me, but now, I realize it was all an illusionary act. I convinced myself that the pain you gave me was a pleasure. I didn't know better; I don't know if I ever will.

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