Right?
And as te enter life does everyone place their bets on if te will succeed o fail? As te age, through those terrible fucking years te go through, everyone seems to have a coltello at your throat waiting for te to mess up so they can apply più pressure to the blade? So they can wait 'till te mess up again and dig it deeper, and slowly through all your mistakes te make, all the small mistakes te make, the people holding the coltello to your throat get the chance to slit it. And drop the weakest link, because once te mess up, since everyone thought te were perfect and expected te to excel in every fucking piece of shit te do, there is no need for you.
Right?
It seems like the whole world, seven fucking billion people on this small dying planet, is holding their breath watching as te walk the tightrope of life. even you.
But what about the six billion, nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, and nine hundred and ninety-nine other people? Are they all on tightropes, too? And if they are, those blasted bastards, do they have the support and cords that te aren't aloud to have? Because te have no imperfections, that's why te aren't aloud. And when te open your mouth to scream for help, because you're almost falling, they sew it up to keep it shut. No complaints must come from the world's perfect kid.
Right?
So along te travel, maturing and aging, but those fucking people, that had a coltello to your throat, now add one to your back. te gain some Friends but they are those people, and as your trust for them grows the blade is slowly digging into your skin, te can feel it too. But as the fucking good little angel te are, te keep your head high, and be a trooper though the tears burn scars into your heart. The trust that once was a lively flame is put out da treason, and is now nothing but a ember glowing in the ash. te keep walking though, 'cause there is always light at the end of the tunnel, someone waiting for te to stoke the little ember, care for it and add a little love, that will set it ablaze.
Right?
But what if that special one doesn't come? What do te do? te then grow up believing te were never good enough for anyone; anything. How could anyone Amore a freak like you? Someone that doesn't know how to fight and just takes the shit that is thrown at them? But te were raised that way? te were always taught to be loving and compassionate, and because every time te did stand your ground and fight back the knives would cut te down till te were nothing.
Right?
So here te are at the guillotine, there is no need for you. te stood up for yourself, and people that do that can only have one fate: Have everyone against them and face their extermination. The breath of the everyone is let out in one exhale, all the money placed on the tavolo for te failing is awarded to the betters, and te are going to fall like the rest of the freaks that don't fit in.
Right?
Wrong.
te back away, and dive off the tightrope. Who wants to live a life like everyone else, when te can live free. Who gives a fuck if everyone around te spits in disgust, you're you.
So even if te don't feel needed, even if te aren't brand new, even if te aren't the shiniest, o the strongest, the thickest, o the coolest. te are still te and even if te are the weakest link, te sit in the middle of the connection, and the chain you're on will break apart without you.
Right?
Right.
((Just feeling bad about myself today and felt like Scrivere it out... I don't care if this get one view o none.. it just felt goof to get it out.))
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