The feeling of someone who feels what you feel but wants it more in you then themselves.
They are ruined, already, truly.
What they want you to feel has within them truly ruined.
They want the truth of it to saturate you.
The sadness within shows them that it will not. And the pain that brings, does indeed infuriate.
They still will try, fervently, all the time.
It is their pain that they know not they sought, but it is beyond their thought.
To hate one self is what these people love, but it is for naught. They love to hate, and it is bringing them what they did not know they sought.
leave them in their confusion. As Confucius said, their own ego shall give contusions.
The feeling of someone who feels what you feel but wants it more in you then themselves.
They are ruined, already, truly.
What they want you to feel has within them truly ruined.
They want the truth of it to saturate you.
The sadness within shows them that it will not. And the pain that brings, does indeed infuriate.
They still will try, fervently, all the time.
It is their pain that they know not they sought, but it is beyond their thought.
To hate one self is what these people love, but it is for naught. They love to hate, and it is bringing them what they did not know they sought.
leave them in their confusion. As Confucius said, their own ego shall give contusions.
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