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  • I found a place today.
    Deep inside my chest. A warm place people usually call heart.
    It is said that mixed feelings and unthinkable attitudes come from there.
    Right here. A palm below my neck. Just a few layers of flesh covering its real form.
    Ugly. Fucking ugly.

    Maybe that's why it tells me I should jump instead of walking tiny steps.
    Maybe that's why he wants me to live each day like it was my last one.
    Because it's fugly.
    Too afraid to live his own life.
    No self-esteem.

    This ugly one is particulary weird.
    He has never lived a life, but fantasy.
    And still, he thinks he's on the right to demand things to be done.

    Why do I hear him, then?
    Because he's in charge.
    He blackmails me, controlling my emotions.
    Fears. Hapiness. Sadness. And so many other "ness" that should come with it.

    Ugly little heart from an "uglied" big man.
    Please stop being so impetuous.

    Eternally gratuful,
    me.
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