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People never told me when I was three, what it would be like when I was down on my knees...... we have to make everything a little mysterious if not . the old folk would fuking colaps.. and the young ones would too when they grew. We all are here on this earth of a boat .. thank someone we float .. are we ourselves the spaceships i've heard of .. we carry around something , something I m not even sure of.. or I m sure its something but Ive been clobbered alot .. my mind feels a mush and i sometimes wish i were shot.. just to take the other guys place i sometimes feel I don' t do enough to get better grace. They weren’t crying either. They couldn’t care. Saja’s life meant nothing to them. They saw her as a blight on their otherwise perfect life. She was the bad seed, the black sheep, the lost, the unwanted, the one who refused to conform. ‘Why not conform?’ they would ask her with their guilt-tripping eyes. ‘Can’t you see how happy we are?’ Saja denounced them for fools and they spurned her, practically disowned her. No love, no care was there for Saja. No shelter in those who gave Saja her first home. No solace, no comfort, nothing. The only reason they would call was to bitch about this or that, something they felt Saja was responsible for and was ruining their lives. As the funeral ended, Daisy boiled with a great anger. They were burying her, they were giving her a religious ceremony... they were doing everything except what Saja had wanted for her final rites. They hadn’t even known Saja. They had put her away, like a bird in a cage, locked her in her room and ignored her. They had given her life and spent the rest of it trying to destroy any happiness Saja might have. Daisy walked up to Saja’s parents as they were getting into their car.
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