>>WHAT WOULD THE TEENAGER DO? OPTION A: SUCCUMB THEMSELVES TO DEATH AS THE SOCIETY’S PREY OPTION B: DO NOTHING OPTION C: SUBVERT AND RETALIATE TO **** THE SOCIETY BACK
They told me that I would lead a bright future ahead of me; that I would soon be a valiant knight in shining armour. I said thanks but I lied. Truth is, I don’t want to let them know that I’m not even sure I would even survive until the age of eighteen.
Car crash and interstellar collision, please face me. This place is a deceitful space of discordances. If only I used my short life to propagate revivals to everyone, what world would wait ahead of me when I’m awake from the death?
One day I came home with wounds from fighting. He asked me how often did I treat my wounds. I said it was nothing for I am used to it. He then objected. “No. I mean the wounds in your heart.”
As much as my inner voice reverbed, telling me to love him. I couldn’t because I’m not the kind of person that anyone would love and I should just not love anyone as well for I would just end up feeling disheartened.
They caught me. I was entombed. I incarcerated myself inside the disputes I created inside my own head. They caught me because I am not a slave of their societal norms.
I spent days wondering why and how could I still be alive despite all the numerous amounts they attempted to excruciate me.
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I am.
d e t h r o n e d.
Wish I was your anything, Highdiver. I am not, right? I can’t go on anymore.
I do love you or maybe I did. Or never did at all.
Wish I could revive at least one soul in my short life.
But I couldn’t. I’m sorry Highdiver.
Almost all of my heroes are dead.
If I die, would you regard me as your hero?
Yours truly, the one who revolts in disruption as your Alice.
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I’ve come to realize that nothing has ever been inherent. Not because I’m trying to manifest an absurdist or nihilist stance, but because the truth just is.