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These are the last moments of my life that good and simple things will still bring me a little pleasure, everything is collapsing, there is no hope anymore, good moments from a distant past only disintegrate and new ones have never been an option for me, I would like to return at those times when I was judged differently when I was considered a misfit boy and not a monster that deserves to be isolated and tortured.
Today on my way home I realized that the weather was exactly the way I thought it was perfect when I was a child, a blue sky day with sunlight all the time, but a cool breeze to make you move or you would need a jacket, this was the perfect weather to spend all afternoon on the street with the first and last friends I had, and for a second a mere fucking second I felt alive again, as if I were there again but immediatly as it began, it ended and I returned to my reality of rot and loneliness.
How much more of these memories are going to disappear and the pleasure of remembering them last less and less? What will be the meaning when everything that made me feel that I was human disappear? Why did I end up in this situation?
And worse why do people think this is justifiable? All I see they say is that someone like us deserves it, if they think it's justifiable to lose everything that someday made you human, maybe I should not treat them like one too, if they see me as a plague that needs to be exterminated maybe I should exterminate them first, because isn't that the role of a monstrous plague?
Today on my way home I realized that the weather was exactly the way I thought it was perfect when I was a child, a blue sky day with sunlight all the time, but a cool breeze to make you move or you would need a jacket, this was the perfect weather to spend all afternoon on the street with the first and last friends I had, and for a second a mere fucking second I felt alive again, as if I were there again but immediatly as it began, it ended and I returned to my reality of rot and loneliness.
How much more of these memories are going to disappear and the pleasure of remembering them last less and less? What will be the meaning when everything that made me feel that I was human disappear? Why did I end up in this situation?
And worse why do people think this is justifiable? All I see they say is that someone like us deserves it, if they think it's justifiable to lose everything that someday made you human, maybe I should not treat them like one too, if they see me as a plague that needs to be exterminated maybe I should exterminate them first, because isn't that the role of a monstrous plague?