my one sided line

By Chie Theresa Fujioka

just some stuff... thank you someone for being in pain when i needed to help the most. i have so much i want to say that to write it would leave me breathless.

I am the sole survivor of my own pain, the wake of which is filled with the hollow corpses of foe which I pretended to destroy. My pain is the greatest and the hardest. All other people do not have feelings like I do, they are different. I cannot imagine them following that same path of insecurity which i myself can barely stand on. I am on one side of the one sided line. I refuse to believe in the other side.

If I were to feel the emotions of someone else, and react to them like i would for myself, I would then know that i love them. This is not the love of receiving, but the desire to be hurt with another to help them? I am the line, my side by nature, the other by desire

Wanting to know, I sought. In seeking, I believed I knew, and learned that i know nothing.

pain is necessary.

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