run for the door.
i never know what i'm writing about until i've gone too far. sometimes i say things, or do things that aren't average. not that they are above average. in fact, they are more accurately below that standpoint. i just want to be a happy person. there are aspects of my happiness i can't get back. although i'm good at finding sufficient replacements, similarity to the degree i'm looking for will never exist. i don't know which is worse, the sickness i feel when my mind conquers the previous or the present.
a taste like aluminum in my mouth, capped teeth on tinfoil. a grave dug for a pet in a shoebox. a leash on a toddler who just wants to explore. parents hands won't let him free, busy with false responsibility. whoever thought of leashing a child? a crime, so hysterically mild. unfair! unleash him! freedom should conquer restraint. i see a parent too lazy to raise an obedient saint. with the world not even asking for such, these parental tactics are clearly too much.
every father and mother should aspire to set their children up for all odds. in preparation for life in the best way possible, regardless of selfish desires or aspirations. if you've got your own spawn, you stop living for you. this is something i have never seen, though a rule so clear. though few and far in between follow. through eyes as an outsider, i have rarely ever witnessed this act in actuality. my future in this alley may not be possible.
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