delusion.

the more you say no, the more i'd want a yes.

its all natural, so quit blaming, quit pushing me around.
i'm me. i do what i want.
i know what i want.




there are those who think they know you.
they think that "hey, she's still living under the same roof as us!we feel so loved."

fools.

i don't stay where i don't want to be for the sake of love.
love isn't real.
i don't believe in it.

its an illusion, so the weak hearted can find refuge.
its delusion. its but a dream.

i don't love to do anything.
desire-- thats more logical, that it is.
and it's that strong sense of wanting to accomplish something, or to prevent myself from becoming what i don't like but see around me that keeps me going.

i'd place myself in the face of death, at the tip of the exploding pistol.
i'll stand at the opening of an erupting volcano, swim through a shark's breeding ground.
i could give up things, people, god-forsaken dreams for practical reasons.

my mind is that of a shrewd young woman.
i scheme.
every minute, every second.

i won't fall prey to restrictions;
breaking every inhibition.

no more delusioned.
yes, a lasting conclusion.

kye.
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