Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that__ bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they__e afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they__e wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It__ all in how you carry it. That__ what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you__e letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
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People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that__ bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they__e afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they__e wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It__ all in how you carry it. That__ what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you__e letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
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