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My Life is Dark
It’s intriguing how we live…
We live the life that’s given to us with no question because it’s a life we can’t change.
Constant hitting, kicking, slapping…
Violence engulfs my mind. I’m cursed to think like this.
I’m used to this so don’t change it, I hate change.
I can never be happy or proud of myself in a world that treats me like a beacon of darkness.
Maybe that’s how I attract negativity.
It’s a little ironic how we look at darkness.
It’s something we don’t understand so it’s automatically dismissed, in doing so, dismissing it’s hardships.
When humans inherit it, they are looked at as inhumane.
They become abused and killed because of the misery others would like to inflict on us to give themselves delusional detox.
400 years ago we were marked as unfit to even be an animal.
To this day, we still continue to walk this Earth in the shadows but not in shame.
For the shame is not ours to bare.
Black has always been misconceived as evil, but even the Devil was an angel.
