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Let them have it; it's theirs

 Beauty goes out of the world and it's only the beating of flesh that fills the air. It's only the moaning of some whore made good by the bank balance of a richer man. Let them bang on at it. Let the flesh smells rot the air. As for this withering part of the tree, As for me:  I will enjoy the last rays of the sun.  People are such a disappointment.

For that matter

 I had this terrible boss; he had grey hair and a look that was unhealthy and stupid. He must've believed he was there for those kids, deep down. Otherwise, I don't know how he'd have handled life. He was an idiot for the system, the Thai education shytstom. I hate that stupid school. I hate everything about it and I got progressively nervous as the covid lockdowns were being phased out. I didn't want to be in a room with those kids, thank you very much. It aged me when I did that the previous year. I had no confidence in myself. 




What do you think I am, anyway? Am I not an outward manifestation of the inward glory of God? Am I not a wonderful being created in his likeness? And yet I am counted as a fool, as something insane, as someone to be shouted at and overworked!

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