The Heart of Benjamin Raphael (Part 1)
Consistently heartbroken. The broken pieces of my heart continue to shatter into even smaller pieces, and it's my fault. Is it naivety? Is it hope? I don't know. But what I do know is that I've gone through different forms of death, and it is my fault. I'm being taught this lesson, and it's been going on for years. Hypocrisy makes the pitiful look foolish, and I keep being fooled. I tried creating the narrative in my head that humanity is damned by it's cruel nature, that humans are inherently wicked and deserve nothing but misfortune, but my self-sabotaging heart just can't accept such. It seems to be okay with being struck down again and again The curse of the passionate. I saw what they were doing to you, and I felt pity. I stood up for you and fought your battles. Equal standards of living for all regardless of race, gender, sexuality, nationality... okay okay Benjamin, slow down, that's unsustainable. Alright then, equal access to opportunity reg...