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primitive he doesn't understand. all he does is feel sorry for himself, as if he has more pain than the rest of the world. he thinks no one loves him. i don't count? obviously. bleeding wrists and raging eyes are all he is reduced to. if only his eyes could be opened to what he could be, if only he'd stop and look at the simple things... maybe he'd realize the truth?
Yes. Good. I knew there would be new poetry if I came and looked. Yay.