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A wicked child was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Because I kept fucking up, because it seemed so hard not to fuck up, I lived a life where I had less than what I desired. So instead of wanting more, sometimes I just made myself want even less.
This was my life, a good part of it, hating other people and then hating myself for not being better than them.
