It’s not surprising that it turned out like this. Her weakness always was that she took things too much at face value. Whether good or bad, she tended to trust the appearance of things. She had faith in people. And I idolized her because her innocent eyes allowed her to view me free of imperfection. It’s ironic that the very same thing that could have saved me, is the same thing that relegated me to this doomed situation. Ironic, perhaps, but not surprising.
This curse is killing me. I see no difference if I go to hell. I am already damned.
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I like the writing style of this piece. “View me free from imperfection” I find quotable. I would send 2 thumbs-up emojis but every fucking time I post from an Android phone a question mark comes up instead.
Typo – of imperfection not from!
This post speaks to me and idk why ?
I kinda fear people that idealize others. The worst damage i’ve ever received in life has always been associated to situations where someone saw me as good and “he can’t do no harm” for a while, until they don’t. I do agree with Rainwatch above tho, i like your writing and it also sounds relatable to me.