"Hurt" whispered the Universe.
And so, the little thing fell in pain. wrapt' in rejection, longing, isolation and torment.
Of the Universe, the Thing asked; "Why am I alone, among so many wicked movements?"
Again, and in response, the Universe whispered "hurt", and the tiny Thing wrenched with sadness, bleeding, regret, and hopelessness.
The Universe curled over the Thing, and gently kissed it, saying; "The time, my child, is coming for you to die. You may not understand, and there will be noone to hold you... but death too shall hurt immensely".
And so, the little thing fell in pain. wrapt' in rejection, longing, isolation and torment.
Of the Universe, the Thing asked; "Why am I alone, among so many wicked movements?"
Again, and in response, the Universe whispered "hurt", and the tiny Thing wrenched with sadness, bleeding, regret, and hopelessness.
The Universe curled over the Thing, and gently kissed it, saying; "The time, my child, is coming for you to die. You may not understand, and there will be noone to hold you... but death too shall hurt immensely".
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im alright i guess other than working with people that dont like me, having to see my ex make out with some fat cunt i hate, having friends die on me. but thats kinda just life ya know?
i hope you feel better *hugs*