by PatrickTHEBLUEDUDE! » Sun Apr 12, 2026 4:54 pm
That feeling of something that was supposed to be big.
That feeling of something that was able to reach beyond.
That feeling of something who should be a true example.
That feeling of having had it all, and all out of conviction.
That feeling that, in the end, nothing was accomplished.
That feeling that everything was lost.
That everything was lost in seconds.
That the most incompetent action led to everything going downhill.
Nothing could stop him, except that action.
The action that was done by someone.
Someone who believed he was someone to look up to.
And that in the end, nothing was like that.
A facade, a lie, a lure, a convenience, a broken illusion.
An illusion that was shattered with a real reason.
A reason that hurts, that pains to the very core
Necessary, It was inevitable, there were no real setbacks.
And that caused everything to fall apart, everything, absolutely everything.
Each brick, pillar, wall, window, floor and so on, broken into pieces.
Made from someone's pain.
What everyone considered home, their area, their paradise.
Turned into a typhoon of disgust, betrayal.
Turned into a wind of hatred, mockery and despair.
The question was, what were you thinking.
What did you do to make something like that happen.
How did it benefit you.
Why.
The benefit of the doubt, the pain of the truth, and the unease of the unknown.
The feeling of the truth.
That feeling of the stabbed truth.
That feeling of being lost.
That feeling of about what to do.
That feeling of injustice.
That feeling of dissatisfaction.
That feeling of undeserved ending.
That feeling of the injustice of life.
That feeling of waste of time.
That feeling of the of the passing of each second, minute, hour, week, year, with nothing.
That feeling of Archimony.
That feeling of something that was supposed to be big.
That feeling of something that was able to reach beyond.
That feeling of something who should be a true example.
That feeling of having had it all, and all out of conviction.
That feeling that, in the end, nothing was accomplished.
That feeling that everything was lost.
That everything was lost in seconds.
That the most incompetent action led to everything going downhill.
Nothing could stop him, except that action.
The action that was done by someone.
Someone who believed he was someone to look up to.
And that in the end, nothing was like that.
A facade, a lie, a lure, a convenience, a broken illusion.
An illusion that was shattered with a real reason.
A reason that hurts, that pains to the very core
Necessary, It was inevitable, there were no real setbacks.
And that caused everything to fall apart, everything, absolutely everything.
Each brick, pillar, wall, window, floor and so on, broken into pieces.
Made from someone's pain.
What everyone considered home, their area, their paradise.
Turned into a typhoon of disgust, betrayal.
Turned into a wind of hatred, mockery and despair.
The question was, what were you thinking.
What did you do to make something like that happen.
How did it benefit you.
Why.
The benefit of the doubt, the pain of the truth, and the unease of the unknown.
The feeling of the truth.
That feeling of the stabbed truth.
That feeling of being lost.
That feeling of about what to do.
That feeling of injustice.
That feeling of dissatisfaction.
That feeling of undeserved ending.
That feeling of the injustice of life.
That feeling of waste of time.
That feeling of the of the passing of each second, minute, hour, week, year, with nothing.
That feeling of [b]Archimony[/b].