"Be unassuming. Otherwise, you'll cry."

Turkish Delight.



I've been blaming myself these past few days, but after some time of reflecting, I realized that it wasn't all me. I don't just act because I feel like it. I act because something influences me, like subtle gestures, big glances, and sentences under people's breaths. To imply me to act, and to coldly reject me, was sinister. All this time, I thought I was petting a sheep, but that was just a carcass. All this time, there was a lion lingering. He watched me from afar, absorbing the looks of its Turkish delight. I'm sweet, supple, and soft; everything the lion could want,
but it stays away. I bring forth the unknown, the undiscovered, an outlier, and that's enough to drive any wild mane off. 

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