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05/30/25β€”The ungrasped
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05/30/25
β€”The ungrasped

06/12/2024
04/12/2024
π‘―π’‚π’Žπ’Žπ’†π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’–π’”π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’”I picked up a hammer and beat them to death with it. I wonderedβ€”do people really think that way? Is e...
04/12/2024

π‘―π’‚π’Žπ’Žπ’†π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’–π’”π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’”

I picked up a hammer and beat them to death with it.
I wonderedβ€”do people really think that way?
Is everyone out for themselves? I've seen greed, anger, and sadness swallow people whole, yet I still cling to the fragile thread of hope that somewhere beneath those layers of bitterness, they recall what it means to be embraced in selflessness, to be held by both hands, engulfed in warmth.

But perhaps, in this cacophony of survival, my hopes are naive. As I look around, I can see how easily human nature bends to the raw hunger that resides within us all. It gnaws at our insides like a relentless predator, and we grasp at whatever we can attainβ€”fame, fortune, fleeting pleasures. Still, the grasping rarely fills the void; no amount of luxury, no ephemeral pleasure, no hollow sympathy can ever truly satisfy the deep hunger of the soul.

For once, I wanted to be the person who would reach out, whispering reminders that in this vast world of chaos, we're all just trying to survive. I envisioned a community where hands joined together in solidarity, where empathy was a currency far richer than the treasures we hoard. Yet, despite this longing, I find myself picking up a hammer and beating them to death with itβ€”not out of malice, but from a desperate frustration.

What has become of us? Do we need the jarring sound of metal hitting flesh to wake us from apathy? Can we not forge a connection gentle enough to melt away the barriers? There must be another wayβ€”there must be a softer hammer, one that builds rather than destroys. But here I am, caught in the ferocious grip of despair, wielding tools of violence when all I truly want is to champion love.

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