24/08/2024
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โฎ an original piece by Vance Ballemy
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it was for the same reason i despised life that i grew to hate death. few words could compete with what a rapper said so expertly in his 2011 hit, โlife is a bitch, and death is her sister.โ the darker of the two dichotomous phrases was like a friend you spoke to wisely, in fear of consequence. speak too much and the powerful being would โhelpโ you without an ounce of consent.โฃ
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mental illness without a plan to manage it was a curse. my relationship with the reaper began when i projected yearning sensations of death towards myself many years prior. i loved his presence in the absence of any other. weโd swing high on the playground and discuss the beauty of the end of lifeโs road, the eternal happiness of being able to remember only the best of my adventures. when i had no other, heโd take me into his arms with a warm embrace and tell me that life after death would be a marvelous place for a man like me. but somehow, iโd manage to simmer in my anger and disdain for life on earth for years to come until the reaperโs target instantly changed.โฃ
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have you ever been so mad at someone, you spoke to death like a warm friend and vocalized wishing for their disappearance? after a mental reset and finding a potential resolution, things would return back to normal and all irrational thoughts would remain just that. well, thatโs how it usually goes. i can recall a particular moonlit night beneath the stars where the grim reaperโs sharp fingers graced the shoulder of a family member i grew to resent. even if the strain of my voice grew loudly and sounded throughout the village, my father would remain blissfully unaware. he tended to the horses in the stables and sang them a lullaby to ease their fears of night. but, it was him that should have remained on edge for we never know what lurks in the darkness.โฃ
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the hooded figure morphed into another familiar figure, one of eveโs descent. her fingers pressed dramatically over the trigger and the weapon dropped from her grasp as soon as the bullet lodged in his back. iโve always held strong disdain for my mother, but watching her leave the scene with no signs of remorse apart from her trembling hands made me feel ill. my hatred for life transcended into something much deeper and much bigger than i. the concept of death was always worth loathing, but being hostile towards its protectors who had once welcomed you with open arms felt like betrayal.โฃ
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the grim reaper felt oddly like a person calling you a nickname that you hate, watching it catch on amongst friends. he felt like a person calling attention to a waiter, asking them to sing happy birthday to you when he knows you despise it. or, even more childishly, a person who tells your partner that you no longer love them and should separate with you before its too late. when his proactiveness without warning became a nuisance, i realized how dangerous that feeling was when paired with the wrath of an unstable man. heโd betrayed my trust in a way that was unforgivable. it was up to me, perhaps out of spite, to fall in love with a life that was right in front of me all along. โฃ
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i would live for the bones below that i had seen, in a dream, buried six feet deep with no purpose and use them to carry me through the remainder of lifeโs adventures. i would live for the stars above that did not have the same blessing to keep going and would watch over me, like the guard of the night, ensuring my safety for years to come. i would smile at the horizon in my peripheral and say, โactually, life is divine and i do have timeโโฃ
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why regret something you once wanted when you can live in its opposite as a form of sweet, sweet vengeance?โฃ
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