Prøphet
Conquer your fear and you will conquer death
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Every time I see myself it’s like a reminder of this curse that was put on me 18 years ago. Even if I do muster up the courage to push through my medical trauma and anxiety and the surgery to fix my strabismus goes well, I’ll still be clinically recessed, bugeyed, infra-less, and short faced. So then even after I wage slave for years to afford trimax with implants, and by the time that surgery date comes, I’ll be old. I’ll have missed out on what could’ve been if I wasn’t deformed. And I still won’t ever be able to drive, or walk through a dimly lit restaurant without tripping over something, because my eyes don’t fucking work right, because of genetics. And I’ll still be autistic. Still won’t be able to connect with anybody or hold a conversation because of my childhood abuse and isolation. So what is the fucking point to suffering so verymuch. But at the same time, I can’t bear to just do nothing about it and sit around like I have been. Why did I have to be chosen to carry all these sins of my ancestors. Sometimes I think God made an example of me to spite my parents and punish them. I am the amalgamation of sin. The devil was with me in that crib all those years ago. That must be why this is my destiny.
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