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Porcelain Lies
By yuumei
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These porcelain lies
Crafted with precision
Fired with intention
Beautiful and frail
All doomed to fail
In time the mask will shatter
And as the pieces scatter
You'll be left all alone
With all the lies you've grown
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It's still hard for me to directly talk about what has been hurting me these past months. I have talked about how the issues with Axent Wear and my co-founder has been very painful for me in the past year, but I also mentioned that what I am going through right now is worse than that. I noticed there has been some confusion, and people are assuming the pain I'm going through now is caused by my co-founder, it's not. She has hurt me a lot, but she did not cause the current pain I feel.
I can't bring myself to describe the details, so I'll give an analogy instead. Imagine a priest who always preaches about being loving and kind, about helping people and the world. Everyone looks up to this priest, trusting him. Then you find out he has been repeatedly molesting children, and using the good priest act to get away with it. Especially for the victims, they are left broken and confused, blaming themselves, thinking maybe they deserved it, because it can't possibly be the kind priest who can do no wrong.
This is the kind of lies I've uncovered about someone close to me, and it's making me doubt everything. It's so hard to trust again, but I know I will in time. There will probably be a few more art pieces related to this event in my life, but please don't worry about me anymore. I am already okay. The process of healing for me is to turn that pain into art, and through that process I will have conquered it.
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Here's what I was able to read from this picture, going left-to-right in columns:
"I don't care who I hurt."
"People are toys and objects to me."
"I am a narcissist who never learned to love."
"I pretend to be the victim to trick my next victim."
"I manipulate people with my self hatred."
"I pretend to hate myself to gain pity and forget [???]."
"I never empathize. I don't care about being a good person; just the [???]."
"I use people."
"I'm the boss."
"I only love myself and validations."
"I live for validation."
"I'm perfect at everything."
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"I will take until you have nothing left [???] me."
"Emotions are tools to manipulate with."
"I can always [???] you."
"You [mean] nothing to me."
"I never loved anyone."
"I'm selfish; I take people for granted; I take what I want."
~
"I am a [???]."
"I want to be loved without giving love back."
"I'm the best that..."
"I don't care who I hurt."
"People are toys and objects to me."
"I am a narcissist who never learned to love."
"I pretend to be the victim to trick my next victim."
"I manipulate people with my self hatred."
"I pretend to hate myself to gain pity and forget [???]."
"I never empathize. I don't care about being a good person; just the [???]."
"I use people."
"I'm the boss."
"I only love myself and validations."
"I live for validation."
"I'm perfect at everything."
~
"I will take until you have nothing left [???] me."
"Emotions are tools to manipulate with."
"I can always [???] you."
"You [mean] nothing to me."
"I never loved anyone."
"I'm selfish; I take people for granted; I take what I want."
~
"I am a [???]."
"I want to be loved without giving love back."
"I'm the best that..."

I understand... you feel hopeless sometimes. I do too... Everyday, I pick up a new mask to hide the blackness within me. I can feel it consuming me, and everyone around me... I always end up blaming myself, saying it's my fault-MY FAULT. I still think it is. The darkness, it controls, it torments me. I've done terrible things I don't wish to think about it. But with everyday, comes a new dawn. I'll always believe in this dawn, because I know it will come no matter how long the night is...
Critics say the poem is about the inevitably of death, but to me, it means something more. What does it mean to you, yuumei?
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Critics say the poem is about the inevitably of death, but to me, it means something more. What does it mean to you, yuumei?
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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