hope is a messy thing.
it destroys all forms of happiness.
but it lifts you up in your worst nightmares.
I wish I could say hope is for everyone.
but it isn't.
in time,
we evolved into
racist,
fascist,
homophobic,
monsters.
but maybe some day,
hope will fulfill its duty and grant us a free world.
i googled what love meant today.
i don't think anyone loves me.
wikipedia said that
The girl always sits right there at Table 5.
I am the boy who makes food without the order.
I have always been able to do it.
Know what people need to eat, I mean.
Sunny, for instance, lost his mother.
I have a secret.
I am not going to tell you my secret.
I have not told anyone my secret.
I will not tell anyone my secret.
I want to tell someone about my secret.
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