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the bruised neck and the dangling rope felt less painful than the expectations wrapped around her. the silver blade and the crimson fluid shone more distinctly than the dull stack of golden medallions. the doctor's prescriptions? oh, she took them. but she had no time for prolonged treatment for she had her 'obligations'. so she ingested them all in one go. and for once, she had received what she had sought the honors, the love, the concern, although she had wished she had received those on a place without the black clothes and the pretentious words of preachers. her only regret was that she could not say: doctors will always find people who need their care and lawyers will always find people who need defenders for a fare but when painters go without making a single stroke, and when musicians leave without composing a single note only then do we wonder if the lives of those who fostered fake aspirations were ever worth their parents' expectations
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 5:47 AM UTC
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the bruised neck and the dangling rope felt less painful than the expectations wrapped around her. the silver blade and the crimson fluid shone more distinctly than the dull stack of golden medallions. the doctor's prescriptions? oh, she took them. but she had no time for prolonged treatment for she had her 'obligations'. so she ingested them all in one go. and for once, she had received what she had sought the honors, the love, the concern, although she had wished she had received those on a place without the black clothes and the pretentious words of preachers. her only regret was that she could not say: doctors will always find people who need their care and lawyers will always find people who need defenders for a fare but when painters go without making a single stroke, and when musicians leave without composing a single note only then do we wonder if the lives of those who fostered fake aspirations were ever worth their parents' expectations
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Jan 29, 2017 at 5:47 AM UTC
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