Some people will disturb the peace of every day, their opinions tearing holes in my heart intentionally and unintentionally. Their opinions will relish my vulnerability. They will sink in their bloody teeth eagerly, ravenously. And they will be right to do so. Because I know they are right.
Some people will hurt me more than others, their words doing so much, meaning so little. It doesn't sound the same to me, the way it does to you when you write it to me. You meant well, but perhaps I see it as a path to bloody my own nose.
I am a wounded animal. I splash water in the fresh cuts so it stings. Stings me. Hurts me.
I am words. I will break you.
It's all about me. My pain, my unhappiness. Listen to me. Jeer at me.
Throw your tomato juice at me.
I am your Consciousness.
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