On the pity of world!

If it were something unsatisfactory, I’d have accepted it; but sanest things don’t seem to make sense anymore. My appetite has decreased, and my hideous heart feels vulnerable even after its treacherous past. God bless the needy, I don’t need anyone. Don’t pity me. Don’t make me break myself. Don’t make me the victim in need of sympathy.
Don’t.

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