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It's three in the afternoon, Am at my fourth bottle of ***** But don't you dare call me an alcoholic! I look out my window to the street, The sun's rays penetrating my pupils, Much to my disgust. I see two young lovers hand in hand, If only they knew what heartbreak was. I see some young kids playing on the street, If only they knew the turmoils of adulthood. I see a very young man singing happily, If only he knew the horrors of life awaiting him. I grinned and sneered, As I saw the dark path thay lay ahead for everyone. "Fools!", I called them. They must lack common sense, Out of touch with reality. Surely they weren't reading the news, Or checking the economic state of the country. I was once stupid like them, But I became wise after losing all hope, And getting in touch with reality. Am at my fifth ***** now, My liver is failing, the Doctor says... But I don't care! We will all die anyway. If there is light at the end of the tunnel, Then I must be heading towards the beginning. You can call me hateful, I call me realistic.
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
Musings of A hateful Man
It's three in the afternoon, Am at my fourth bottle of ***** But don't you dare call me an alcoholic! I look out my window to the street, The sun's rays penetrating my pupils, Much to my disgust. I see two young lovers hand in hand, If only they knew what heartbreak was. I see some young kids playing on the street, If only they knew the turmoils of adulthood. I see a very young man singing happily, If only he knew the horrors of life awaiting him. I grinned and sneered, As I saw the dark path thay lay ahead for everyone. "Fools!", I called them. They must lack common sense, Out of touch with reality. Surely they weren't reading the news, Or checking the economic state of the country. I was once stupid like them, But I became wise after losing all hope, And getting in touch with reality. Am at my fifth ***** now, My liver is failing, the Doctor says... But I don't care! We will all die anyway. If there is light at the end of the tunnel, Then I must be heading towards the beginning. You can call me hateful, I call me realistic.
This works gives an insight into the thought proccess of a hateful person.
#negativity#depression#hate#realism#deepthoughts
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Kingvirky
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
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