“They all want a part of it. A part of pain that’s not theirs... Now they want to pity it, gorge on my pain. And when they’re done or bored or too sad, they whisk themselves away to stare at a screen or stuff their fat faces, thinking How lucky I am to be me. And then they forget the pain and say we should be good citizens... They planted us in stones, watered us with pain, and now marvel we have thorns.”
— Feb 26, 2018 03:11PM
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