School.
My friends.
My life.
The crust in my eyes at night.
I realize now that the longer I drone on, the longer I will omit things.
I am sorry if you wanted to know the truth because I cannot tell you. No human seems to be capable of doing much against it or much else anything else.
I'm sure the majority of humans wouldn't be able to accept a concept as wide spread and unknown as the current predicament of predation.
I don't know.
Too many things either not talked about, lied on, or just unknown. The concept of truth has become underrated, undervalued. If we lived in a perfect world, the truth would hold the most value but here obscurity has become the most powerful.
With a great amount of entities withholding information or just pretending knowledge doesn't exist, our existence becomes an illusion on the cusp of a simulation. If anything the world has long been a simulation.
It's been obvious this whole time.
Something has always been off.
My sister a student.
My mother a scholar.
My father an employer.
They all have one thing in common, their existence is thoughtless. Their design took no effort, and I say that from a loving perspective regardless of bonds or their history. They came from nothing, no entity, nothing.
That isn't true.
They came from slaves yet they continue to be slaves.
Again.
They came from slaves yet continue to be slaves.
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I'm not sure how to put this.
If I was still alive, I would be searching for the human with the most depth. That person already has a known presence but at the same time it is obscured.
The one viewed to be above all others.
The one who protected the only valid source of information left, one who's words can and have caused the economic downfall of a nation. One who had no interest in that island.
But that is not who I believe could have an answer.
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The other entity would understand, probably would get it in an instant.
The project I presented in school took no effort. I didn't need any source other than the dead kid. I only needed the dead kid as the premise, even though that kid doesn't equate to the others rumored dead, because of all the things I never saw the premise. I'm not sure a premise even exists. I only used the project to create a false premise to be the basis for everything.
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Hallow and pale, that is the accurate reality of wonderland.
Wonderland is what you live in, the one you project.
That wonderland exists as an illusion for others, this anti-wonderland is just for us.
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I only even created it in the first place to get their attention but I didn't go far enough. It would never be enough.
If I don't go further, turn this into something unavoidable, it could never be enough. Unless I force my perspective down their throat, the process towards ending it will never begin.
As long as our fates continue to spiral along this unbending curse, there is no hope.
Until that hope is realized, this story will never continue.