At first, they drove me, inspired me in the way strife always has to try harder, do more, and then they left me furious, volatile and electric before fading to a faint smolder of some unknown emotion best described I suppose as a lack there of that leaves a smoke of sorrow. My children have brought me more joy and continue to bring me more joy than I have ever known but when I look at them, I can’t help but think of what sacrifice built them. For their bones I gave my freedom, for their tiny hands my independence and for the spark that is there life I gave my most precious possession, my solitude and time crafting them into something magnificent but leaving a good part of me empty and surrounded in the loneliest of ways. It is this, that emptiness that was first inspiration, and then fury and finally nothing. Now I often sit here awake wondering how I could light the nothing on fire… reignite what was once so adaptable and unbeatable within me so that it can cleanse my soul
What the Fuck is wrong with these kids?!!! Grow the Fuck up. If u can’t deal with life now then you might as well kill yourself bc adulthood is not any easier.
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