There are times where you know that the fucking show can't go on without destroying everything that makes up the objective of it all. When you know that this is a pure facade, a fake, a pathetic show to the outside world to show that he's good and money should come towards him. When you believe in the damn objectives - no matter how ideal they are to the fucking cynics - and wish that whatever you have originally set out to do will fulfill it
and there are times when the fucking show goes on anyway.
I never had an issue. I never believed it would work. It was unsustainable because we were what we were. I was aware of that in spite of the fact that fellows tried their hardest to make it work.
And now they see it fucking won't. Ideals up there. Sweet talk. Empty speech. Masks of kindness. Paper faces. The masquerade it all is.
To cry in vanity shows the utmost disappointment - conversely, the ultimate hope. And to make others cry in vanity is an utmost sin. That is my issue. The sinful smile, the wretched words, the fake facades, them all. That would you lead one to such hope and shatter it in their faces while you bear that smile and that handshake in front of all those cameras by the minister and the media.
He was right about one thing. It sure fucking teaches you what the world is like.
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