Deep down, I cannot think - how I've failed to know so little of myself. Consequen-tially, I sit here above myself, ...Sitting on my laurels.
Until someday other, I quit smiling. I began to realize, the ill regard, or hate-filled contempt which grew over me, became an internalized will. A bloody force of nature, dual to myself worth being doomed from the start.
A type of self-condemnation.
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And it is here of speaking of myself "worth" I.e. Not self-worth
I began to slowly pry my tears out from their alter-ego.
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It is here she deprives the very core of my soul, my well being, it is her wish not my own. It is her mistreating my misunderstood sense.
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It is her vague sense of recall, that undermines herself of existence were she less deprived of her ego; her will to win has developed from her, her nature, her skill.
And boom goes the dynamite
- Marco
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