Hope is Lying

Don't you love this feeling?

What feeling?

Exactly.  Being empty. . . so refreshing.

None of those. . . . ugh, annoying, pesky, feelings.  

Maybe now, that he's hurt you, we can be empty again, and not just numb, for the time being.

Maybe.

Admit it, say it, empty.  You want to be empty.

Do I want to be empty?

Why not want to be empty?  No hurting, not like this.

No happiness, no anything, no bliss.

Shh, now, you fool.  Don't be so. . . hopeful.

I'm not hopeful.

Oh please.  It is your downfall.  You can't help but hope, a little, you pathetic little child.

I am no child.  I do not hope, it is against me.  Hope is falling, it's fleeting.

It's lying.

This I know, I know.  But your lesson is never learned, you hopeful little soul.

To break you entirely. . . . Mmm.  Now that, is our new goal.

The End

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