i'll say it: sad people don't want to be cured.
this is the first time we've felt alive since we were born. we live to be sad.
it's all we know.
you can hit me with all the good in the world, the fact that slavery existed remains.
the fact that sexual prostitution of children exists remains.
it all remains.
and throwing sparkles on it doesn't change those facts. you want to stop all of this?
love the kids.
put bandages over the cuts they put on themselves. listen when they speak and when they can't give them a fucking pen. no. it won't work.
it's too late. we've seen evil. we know the full intensity of pain. let me give you a piece of advice: let us die out.
you can't coerce a weed to become a sunflower. all our strings are broken.