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"When you lose all hope, what will become of the world?"
I keep going on. I see nothing, nothing at all. I had pieces of "vanity", but they cannot be fixed yet. It will always break, until the last piece fades away. But I cannot give up yet. If I do, then what will become of me? Who's life is at risk? If I do not know them, then will it matter? I think it will. A life for a life. I am hurting. When I look into the water, I see something. It is bad. I think it is called "reflection". I do not like it. I think "Reflection" is making me sad. I think it is makind me bad. It makes me hate. It is happy because I am angry. "Reflection" is bad. "Reflection" wants bad things. It wants to take my pieces. But it will not have them. I will not let it take my pieces. But that is selfish. If I am selfish, then is it not the job for me? If I walk around, and tell people about the pieces that I have found, is that selfish too? No. No, It's not. It is not selfish. It is arrogance. Arrogance makes other people mad. It makes other people sad. It makes them want to die. I can see her. She is a part of "vanity" too. But she is trying to fix it. We are different. She is showing pieces to other people. She makes "Reflection" happy, because she makes me mad and sad. They are praising her because she is showing every body what a good job she has done. I may never be in her place. But that does not matter to me. It is fading. "Vanity" is fading. If I don't keep going, then it will no longer be broken. If I look back to stare at my reflection, then it will no longer be shattered. If I become jealous of another's arrogance, then "Vanity" will become the fading place...
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To... Someone:
If only you knew how I feel about you. If only you knew how much I hate it. But I can't tell you that. Because you wouldn't care. You wouldn't listen. You would deny it. You'd still do it anyway. Show off your talents. Show it off for many people to see, and then praise it publicly. I'm not good enough to live up to your talents. I hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it. It makes me want to die. You say you're always there for me, but you don't even know how I feel. You don't even know what goes on. If only you knew how much I hate, yet love you. My "best friend."