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Alvin Agnani Mar 10
You need a friend when you're alone in the dark.
You need a friend with whom you can talk.
You need a friend, but nobody knows.
You're simply refusing to speak.

Why is that?

Because nobody understands you.
Nobody wants to know you.
You know that you're lesser.

"The mirror is the most adept liar."

You're a f(r)iend.
Recognize truth.

You are your worst enemy.
Alvin Agnani Feb 22
As long as I hate myself, I will hate the world.
As long as I'm alive, I won't truly know what it's like to love.

Even now, with my head in my hands;

I can't love myself.
Fragile.
Useless.
Pathetic.
Crumble...
Alvin Agnani Feb 15
Do you find it enlightening?
We're all in the process of dying.

The world showed you who you are and you embraced it.

Your name means nothing. It never did.
Your life means nothing.
You are but a number in a binary system.
You will behave as you're told.

And die when I say so.

Sincerely,
A "Dear Friend"
We are enslaved.
Alvin Agnani Feb 15
It seems as though the entire world is asleep; in a coma.
Blinded by ideological propaganda.
Fear.
Control.
A sense of belonging.

There is none.
Or there is only.

Human beings are of the same mind.
A collective.
Yet nobody understands another and everybody thinks they're alone.

You are.
You are alone.

Until you open the door.
And they let you in.
They never will.
Alvin Agnani Feb 14
"No lives matter."
Said the man in his ivory prison.

After all I've seen, I'm inclined to agree.
Alvin Agnani Feb 13
"I am unequivocally and utterly alone."

Said the man in his golden palace. The one within his mind.

The three tenets guide me on my journey:

• Handling everything equals handling nothing.

• Having everything equals having nothing.

• Hating everything equals hating nothing.

I despise you and that is the truth.

Oh. Did you want to remain ignorant?
Alvin Agnani Feb 13
Surely you're also one of them.
Those who take what they have for granted.
Those who take and take, without a care in the world.
Expecting everything to come to you on a silver platter.

On your deathbed, I wonder... Will you wake up to reality?
Will you see me as your equal despite me having been born into poverty?

The day I am no longer alone in having nothing.

I [ l o o k   f o r w a r d ] to it.
To the entitled nobodies
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