i feel like im in a souldering room, where red hot poker pipes are stuck into my back and chest over and over again for retaliating against the country and their forcing me to be human, and building an armour around me built on the sympathy i feel. they torch the amber and im just stabbed with the reality that compassion is poor. it means pitying and sympathying with people who couldnt do anything about themselves. they make knights and soldiers out of young people in the country when its time to fend for ourselves and protect the wall. all night long i could hear my brothers stigma and pain about why we left him emotionally out of the equation. and how he feels the pain of being great and great responsibilities to turn out well how he feels alone. i could only help with an umbrella and advice. sometimes its private and he cant complain and say much about our living situation. its madness and hes just like a little boy wishing someone who loved him will come back. and im here just very drained without emotions and hes mad he cant talk to both of us his other brother and me.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 02:37:49 +0000
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