I'm sorry I'm not the impure
Kristang leader you wanted me to be:
"You need to protect people from how dangerous you are."
"Your charisma isn't real. It's fake. It's --- "
Jealousy.
I walk past the crumbling walls of the image you once tried to project,
and I write down every last projection, every abusive use of what you call NLP
and I set them to the music of my heart.
I turn them into
poetry.
The world might be crumbling away,
but the walls, the buildings, the edifices are absolutely here to stay.
So free me:
"You only manipulate people into liking you."
"Your feelings are invented." Oh, and if that is true
then my life is really made of sand, Anakin.
You are not the friend I once knew.
You, too, came to this land, and shed tears of despair:
and then tore me apart, and devoured me, until your ego, at last,
just like the bloodiest, emptiest moon
was full.
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