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  • Desi Kirina

You Can’t Fly a Kite in the Rain

I see right through you. If ignorance is truly bliss, I hope that you enjoy wallowing in the murky pool of your own self- pity. You walk through life refusing to harvest the seeds of hatred that you have sown. You wait for others to salvage the bodies behind you but when it comes time for them to salvage yours, you throw them away. The ruins you have abandoned me in are Hell compared to the paradise that you cloud yourself in.

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