any god that may exist falls just short,
grabbing tools to shatter me into smaller and smaller pieces,
until i sparkle like stars,
but hurt far worse than they ever could.
there is no meaningful way to express this suffering,
because it's all the same words,
the same lines,
that come up from everyone, every time.
does my suffering stand out enough to the audience yet?
or will i be on this lonely stage forever?
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 9:33 PM UTC
any god that may exist falls just short,
grabbing tools to shatter me into smaller and smaller pieces,
until i sparkle like stars,
but hurt far worse than they ever could.
there is no meaningful way to express this suffering,
because it's all the same words,
the same lines,
that come up from everyone, every time.
does my suffering stand out enough to the audience yet?
or will i be on this lonely stage forever?
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