Right?
And as 당신 enter life does everyone place their bets on if 당신 will succeed 또는 fail? As 당신 age, through those terrible fucking years 당신 go through, everyone seems to have a 칼, 나이프 at your throat waiting for 당신 to mess up so they can apply 더 많이 pressure to the blade? So they can wait 'till 당신 mess up again and dig it deeper, and slowly through all your mistakes 당신 make, all the small mistakes 당신 make, the people holding the 칼, 나이프 to your throat get the chance to slit it. And drop the weakest link, because once 당신 mess up, since everyone thought 당신 were perfect and expected 당신 to excel in every fucking piece of shit 당신 do, there is no need for you.
Right?
It seems like the whole world, seven fucking billion people on this small dying planet, is holding their breath watching as 당신 walk the tightrope of life. even you.
But what about the six billion, nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, and nine hundred and ninety-nine other people? Are they all on tightropes, too? And if they are, those blasted bastards, do they have the support and cords that 당신 aren't aloud to have? Because 당신 have no imperfections, that's why 당신 aren't aloud. And when 당신 open your mouth to scream for help, because you're almost falling, they sew it up to keep it shut. No complaints must come from the world's perfect kid.
Right?
So along 당신 travel, maturing and aging, but those fucking people, that had a 칼, 나이프 to your throat, now add one to your back. 당신 gain some 프렌즈 but they are those people, and as your trust for them grows the blade is slowly digging into your skin, 당신 can feel it too. But as the fucking good little angel 당신 are, 당신 keep your head high, and be a trooper though the tears burn scars into your heart. The trust that once was a lively flame is put out 의해 treason, and is now nothing but a ember glowing in the ash. 당신 keep walking though, 'cause there is always light at the end of the tunnel, someone waiting for 당신 to stoke the little ember, care for it and add a little love, that will set it ablaze.
Right?
But what if that special one doesn't come? What do 당신 do? 당신 then grow up believing 당신 were never good enough for anyone; anything. How could anyone 사랑 a freak like you? Someone that doesn't know how to fight and just takes the shit that is thrown at them? But 당신 were raised that way? 당신 were always taught to be loving and compassionate, and because every time 당신 did stand your ground and fight back the knives would cut 당신 down till 당신 were nothing.
Right?
So here 당신 are at the guillotine, there is no need for you. 당신 stood up for yourself, and people that do that can only have one fate: Have everyone against them and face their extermination. The breath of the everyone is let out in one exhale, all the money placed on the 표, 테이블 for 당신 failing is awarded to the betters, and 당신 are going to fall like the rest of the freaks that don't fit in.
Right?
Wrong.
당신 back away, and dive off the tightrope. Who wants to live a life like everyone else, when 당신 can live free. Who gives a fuck if everyone around 당신 spits in disgust, you're you.
So even if 당신 don't feel needed, even if 당신 aren't brand new, even if 당신 aren't the shiniest, 또는 the strongest, the thickest, 또는 the coolest. 당신 are still 당신 and even if 당신 are the weakest link, 당신 sit in the middle of the connection, and the chain you're on will break apart without you.
Right?
Right.
((Just feeling bad about myself today and felt like 글쓰기 it out... I don't care if this get one view 또는 none.. it just felt goof to get it out.))
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