Slumps.
Strained eyes.
Weary heart.
I’ve been kept in this state for as long as I can remember.
The more I see, the more I perceive.
The more I get why it’s easier to despise.
Well. It is not hatred.
It never is.
It’s a punishment of knowing too much.
Or less?
Who knows. No one does anymore.
I’ve been kept in this state...
For as long as I can remember.
Weary heart.
Strained eyes.
Slumps.
1:42 am 10/4 ‘26
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 11:45 PM UTC
Slumps.
Strained eyes.
Weary heart.
I’ve been kept in this state for as long as I can remember.
The more I see, the more I perceive.
The more I get why it’s easier to despise.
Well. It is not hatred.
It never is.
It’s a punishment of knowing too much.
Or less?
Who knows. No one does anymore.
I’ve been kept in this state...
For as long as I can remember.
Weary heart.
Strained eyes.
Slumps.
1:42 am 10/4 ‘26
I was once a bright-eyed kid. Once i tuned into the world of hypocrisy, i couldn't help but finding myself losing hope of how an ideal nation should be. it is never my fault.
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