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

The consequence.



I get pulled back into my hurt like a hex. I remember how my dignity was blighted, and my spirit was disfigured. Evilest are my eyes for the curses in my heart. So many supercuts in my sharp memories. Each one, like an open wound. 

State of helplessness. Deserted. Lonely. Drowning into the sand, to be buried in fear and anxiety. To be alone in the death of your soul.

For you to make me feel all this evil, and with so much of my good gone, I curse you.

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