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A kite conflict Stimulation to get out of my sleeping bag Getting through the day, begging, facing people It's the hardest thing to do You think I don't like me, but doc, I don't like you I can't control those feelings Any idea how hard that is? Once awake my fist hits Harder, stronger than a hammer The hunger, thirst are Like the copper taste of blood on my lips I don't care about the damage Why should I feel sorry? All I'm saying is, I'm not perfect, man They did it, triggered my angry gen Expected a unique story? I don't apologize for who I am You say I could be free A man of prestige Can't you see That's who I already am? I do as I like You can't change me Replant an old tree with roots so deep What is it with you people? You really think you need to help me? I warn you: Do not insert your fingers Or you'll end up in minced meat You keep rambling on Jake, I said Calm down, why fight if there's no need Deep down you know it It's not more than a kite conflict Take a deep breath, enjoy your meal The shower is over there, this is your bed There's no need to face the group yet Let that fighting-gen of yours relax *Greetings from the 6th floor* *1-12-2023*
*The* *photo* *was* *taken* *by* *me*.
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This poignant and raw expression delves into the struggles of self-acceptance and the defiance against societal expectations. The vivid imagery of the speaker's intense emotions, likened to a hammer and the copper taste of blood, highlights the internal battles faced daily. The refusal to conform, acknowledgment of imperfection, and a warning against interference showcase a powerful narrative of resilience. The closing lines offer a glimpse of understanding, urging the speaker to find solace, emphasizing the temporary nature of their inner conflict.
If that is what you read I am satisfied. I used 7 or 8 prompts to write this story.