Who Doesn't Love a Good Dismemberment
Unraveling Life's Balance: A Tale of Transformation
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At one time when the days were nectar sweet I was a lovely boy.
Reflecting on a past time of innocence and sweetness in life, describing oneself as a lovely boy.
I brought smiles in my bag to pass around to all the unpleasant I passed.
Carrying joy and positivity to share with others who may be going through difficulties.
As life walked by.
Observing life passing by.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare.
Noticing a harsh, unrelenting gaze from life itself, feeling its constant judgment.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
Embracing the role of a problem-solver, taking on the challenge of overcoming life's difficulties.
It must be a long project to finally bring someone to their knees.
Reflecting on the prolonged effort it takes for life to bring someone down.
It didn't like me fucking up the balance.
Not being accepted by life for disrupting its balance, possibly facing consequences for one's actions.
I'm undoing life's work.
Expressing the act of undoing the natural order of life.
Since I never once saw that gaze fade.
Persistently experiencing the judgmental gaze of life, suggesting a continuous struggle.
My bag became smaller, the unpleasant wouldn't accept my smiles as easily as before.
Facing rejection and diminishing influence as the bag of smiles (positivity) becomes smaller.
I think I'm losing my friends.
Expressing a sense of isolation and the potential loss of friendships.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare.
Reiterating the impact of the unwavering, critical gaze from life.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
Continuing to embrace the role of solving problems, despite challenges.
I think I was a lovely boy.
Reaffirming a belief in one's past innocence and goodness.
It feels like a million years since I was him.
Feeling a significant passage of time and a sense of disconnection from one's former self.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare.
Emphasizing the persistent and harsh gaze from life.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
Continuing to adopt the role of a problem-solver despite adversity.
To think those stories were a lie and all he had to do was fix a gaze on me.
Discovering that past stories of innocence were false, realizing the impact of the critical gaze.
To turn it all around.
Finding a potential solution or redemption by changing one's perspective.
I think I was a lovely boy.
Reflecting on the belief in one's past goodness.
Let's see if we cant make a lovely lovely man.
Expressing a desire for personal growth and transformation.
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