"My Refusal"


 There is no pain

quite as terrible

as that of waiting.

It consumes all.


Waiting is the

core root of all

destruction found in

each individual.


What causes anxiety?


What causes stress?



How long shall I

be captured in this

torturous state? Never

knowing what might happen.


They say all you can

do is wait. Wait for

the sun to rise anew.

Wait for tomorrow.


But what if I don't

want to wait passively

like you instruct? What

if I desire to be active?


What happens when I

refuse you? What happens

when I stand up to

tell you no? What then?


Will asserting my

dominance get me

anywhere? Or will it

just force me to wait longer?



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