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The boy and the bad
<p><strong><em><del>Once again, I have dreamt of an impossibility that would rather happen.</del></em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>This I cannot see in a foreseeable future</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>But yes, there's always an incision to clarity.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>From the vault of exhaustion, I had seen what I had lost "i would say". I urged him to return back what was right fully mine but was taken as a joke and ignored.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>In my eyes this became the chase of the cheetah and gazelle. Riveting with every breath I took. I waited patiently till I grabbed him by the neck and, dragged him like a wounded dog into my home, where the eyes of my father ran with fury.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>My father lashed with meaning and strength but never with brute force, while I stood and pounced on him like a feather. He cackled and feigned hurt. I felt mocked, wounded and useless.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>This tiny creature with limbs coiled and expanded on the hard tiles as my father's fury morphed into contempt.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>It would seem insane, but I drew strength from his disdain and became that animal from the depth of SISU.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>All my life I had thought of the impossibilities, immoralities and inhumane personality a human could have. The mind. The desire to turn the gentle waters into raging blood. </em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>I would hide, I would scream in that little corner, my voice... was never aloud and my silence wore the robe of silence, I would become who I wasn't...</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>In the moments of the final lashes, when my arm and fingers felt like claws and the iron rod coiled like a chain, I licked the split of the air, my eyes wavered not, they poured out dissonance with no cure, the beats of my heart were the boiling fire of hatred and revenge that streamed through my veins.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>It wasn't about getting what was rightfully mine, it felt more, like I had to devour more.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>...and I promise you, in that moment; there was nothing pretentious about killing that little boy whose chuckle projected laughter from beyond this realm.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p>
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