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I rarely feel rage from the Universe

That feeling of fiery immanence

And sometimes I wonder if it’s not just an image of me from the future

Because when I knew the whole story I was enraged too

All lost loved ones who never see their loved one again

And I want to know the difference between surviving

And not

Why I managed

Why I am still here to watch them march the lights into oblivion

I stumbled upon a thought yesterday

When I did it was a moment so important I can’t forget it

That by hurting ourselves we hurt the Universe

But that was not their rage

Their rage was the marching

Their rage was the destruction of a beautiful soul

Their rage was the same why as mine

People are so cruel

I hide my cruelty in this vault

I do not let it show to people

I do not want to cause harm, no matter how hurt I am

But other humans cause harm without even being hurt themselves

People took her life

She may have lost to the disease

As I have almost lost to the disease more times than I can remember

But when people around you are helping the disease

It’s already hard enough to put up a fight against your own brain

Even I fail sometimes

But when people are helping your brain?

Rage indeed

It made me rethink the lines that are communication

What is the point in a world where the enemies are outside and inside?

I hear it

The whispers of the mind

Almost broke my silence

This world is so cruel

I do not know if reality is cruel

Or if just this reality humans have created is

Do the birds sit in the trees all day bullying eachother?

They certainly do harass eachother

Maybe this world is just based on bullying

Rest in peace sweet fox goddess

You didn’t deserve this world

And this world didn’t deserve you

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