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Dehumanizer

How everything you ever love will reject you or die.
Everything you ever create will be thrown away.
Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.
I am Ozymandias, king of kings.


It figures, the system is still broken and so much as i have chosen to walk away from my own personal battles i still find myself in dealing with this so called counselling.. which in reality is just another layer of pyschobabble that will accomplish nothing important, merely placate the powers that be that I'm less of threat than I used to be... First off wrong.. you can strip everything from me, My heart, my soul, my reasons for being... i'm still going to have my mind... as long as I have that i'm fucking dangerous... you can't ever strip that completely away from me no matter how much damage is inflicted on my Psyche. I'm just not dangerous in the way that you expect me to be.. i may have been silenced but my mind is still there with clarity and i still have goals and plans in this life to make change both for myself and those that come after me. it frustrates me to be going thru the motions for something I didn't do, but I'm gritting my fucking teeth and dealing with it so i can enjoy the rest of my life and not have it be yet another albatross around my fucking neck like a noose. it just shows how the system is designed for people to fail.. when you're meant to feel like less than nothing... one would rather be in a fucking box... i didn't have to deal with my fucking feelings there.. and i didn't get slapped in the face by my core ideals being roasted on an open fire, i'm not going to change how i feel and think about certain things even if the world has changed on me.

Current Mood: Angry.

Talking about one's feelings defeats the purpose of having those feelings. Once you try to put the human experience into words, it becomes little more than a spectator sport. Everything must have a cause, and a name. Every random thought must have a root in something else.

Listen up - there's no war that will end all wars.

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