Freewrites 3

The way I see it is they force feed us with these images, these desires, these wants, these illusions of success, wealth, happiness, power and liberated sexuality.
Some of us swallow it, we grab it like haggard and starved creatures grasping for salvation, any salvation. We eat and await fullness, but the fullness never comes. If anything we feel more hungry after.

But we want it. We want it so bad. We’d do anything to get it. Our precious.

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