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Desire |
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Desire, the most corrupt feeling posessed by humanity.
The core, uncontrollable lust for some object. To touch it, to feel it, to own it.
To be loved by it.
A pain is noticeable when the thought of this enters. But it never enters because it never leaves. Dormant for a time, re-awoken by some distant memory long forgotten.
Long repressed.
A content life is lead with ups and downs. People aspire and also become depressed, but survive as humans must.
But with this desire...
A once normal life is no longer colored. It is dry. It is meaningless. It is a skeleton of monotonous remenants of nothingness.
And anyone who has seeked to color this grayscale with logical reasoning may have succeeded to a pale degree. No level of reality exists in this state.
All for nothing.
For the object of lust, the desire, the painful yearn that consumes your mind and your entire being.
That object is so realistically bland and meaningless compared to the pedestal you placed it on.
Desire. Uncontrollably weakening, ultimately fruitless. Be human. Be ridiculous. |
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