14. I'm Kinda Hurt! So, I'll write a poem.

Let me tell you a story.

This story is almost a truth.

Before I start writing it down,

I tell yaa, It's not gonna be cute.

This story is about a man.

A Man who has to fight his own fate.

And for the sake of Identity Crisis,

Let's name him Adam.

You Know! for God's sake.

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So, Adam was a Grey Themed Guy.

You know, the Gloomy Types.

The Dark ones with Low Self Esteem.

The ones, who later becomes,

The Cold and Dreamy Type.

Yeah! You imagined it right!

The Candidates of a Northern Duke.

So, Adam was that type of guy.

And he was a weak-ass loser too.

He had a Gentlemanly Character.

And was kinda Passive in Nature.

He had a low self esteem.

Sigh! Such a Fragile Creature.

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He stopped doing unnecessary works.

He stopped meeting much people.

He created his own convictions,

He started dreaming something illogical.

He created a bar to break it,

He set his standards high.

He stopped expecting things for granted.

He started to grow for his own life.

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Adam was sensitive as fuck,

Like it was printed on his blood.

Others mocked him for being inept,

And he took the indirect hits everytime,

Which Sucked.

He was born unthoughtful, ignorant?

So never tried to think too much in his mind.

He was never hurt by any comments,

But was hurt, Everytime.

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Well that's the Charactersketch of Adam.

Which you never asked.

I am feeling a little better now.

So, Should I end it fast?

Haha! I'm joking.

I'm never letting you go now.

Finish this till the end.

And think about nothing and scroll down.

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Let me introduce myself now,

I am Yours Truly Sokomon.

I and him, are illusionary? friends?

I don't even know if that's right or wrong.

Adam don't talk too much, you see.

He's obsessed with being gloomy.

So, It's my duty to show him the other side,

Where we try and fail endless times.

I show him how hard it is,

To be this much embarassing.

To be your true self, in this unknown world,

Even if it makes you a lonely being.

I show him What's his own true nature,

And how the reality is a bitch.

I show him What it's like to be,

Surrounded by these complex creatures.

And how the life can be so strict.

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I show him, What he is lacking.

I show him, his true self.

I show him, how to act in this world,

I show him, glimpses of hell.

I show him, pleasures of this world,

I show him, the dangers as well.

I show him, the ugly truth of Charisma.

I show him, An Ideal Self.

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That's how it is, with Us.

He has the potential to become,

The One and Only Nothern Duke.

My job is to show him the ropes,

And make him an ordinary dude.

He's a little lizard right now.

Who happens to be my friend.

I can only give him the basics,

Until he meets the end.

I, Sokomon am fine with it.

As I am nothing but a mob.

I don't expect anything from Adam,

Unless he becomes The Lord.

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It's gotten long, very long.

As I thought it was just a poem.

Should I stop it right now? I'm tired too.

It might be becoming annoying to them.

Sorry, But The answer's still No,

Cause There was no story till now.

I was going to tell you a story though,

I won't stop until I bring that down.

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Long long time ago, their lived a god.

The god had lived for too long

He was very much bored.

He created worlds here and there and,

Destroyed them for fun.

He created many simple living creatures,

And then, Killed them.

This cycle went for eons,

And then What? Yes! He got bored.

He decided to kill himself too...

But, That never worked.

Then, He created something complex,

For the first time in his life.

He gave it a Connected Body.

And finally provided it with A Mind.

That thing was such a Masterpiece.

It was able to do everything...

The god had ever wanted from them.

God was happy with his new toy,

As he was no longer haunted from boredom.

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The god gave it, his first order,

And that was, "To Think!!"

That creature didn't respond.

The god waited patiently.

Time passed and Centuries passed,

That thing was still silent.

The god got impatient,

And searched for its blueprint.

He reviewed it, again and again.

But, that thing was so perfect,

It never needed any amends.

God, sighed and said,

"Huff!, What did I do wrong then?"

That thing was so perfect,

It's internal functions were so complex,

But, it was working fine.

Even though Centuries had passed,

Since it was given a mind.

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The god was disappointed,

In his Failed Masterpiece.

So, He created One More,

With the same Blueprint,

But, An opposite body of this.

The Internal Structure was changed too,

The Outer Skin got a lot softer,

He added some finishing touches, here and there,

And Ta-Da!!, Another Grand Monster.

Everthing was Perfect,

This time as well.

Now, He gave number two, 'The Mind'.

And wished to work well...

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The first order he gave it,

Was indeed, "To Think!!"

Because, The Mind need that to activate.

And, It was necessary for them.

He had given his first order,

And was now waiting for it to move now.

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But, The same thing happened again.

It won't do that too.

No matter how much he yelled.

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The god was angry now.

He was so gonna destroy those things,

But, As He couldn't find the flaws in them,

He threw them away without another blink.

He created a World, and gave it The Life.

He Created the Connections it needed,

And Created some more Secret Ties.

He then, threw those two things in there.

As they were both Useless Masterpieces.

And went on creating new toys,

To satisfy his other fetishes.

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Now, after being thrown to The Living World,

Those both things suddenly started moving.

One said, "Haa! It was hard to stay still all these years."

Other said, "Not harder than to intercept,

What you might be thinking."

They said, "It was necessary to do that, so we don't become his toys."

"Sorry for deceiving you Creator, But, That Subconsciously became our first choice."

Now that they were free from being toys,

They rejoiced.

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They started moving, They started talking.

They started to observe, their surroundings.

They started to realize,

Every Complex little things,

They started to analyse,

They found about flings.

They ate now, They drank.

They slept now, They banged.

Yes, They found out,

What was this pleasure called Sex.

Yes, They've learnt,

How to make a mess.

They started to live,

And realized they age.

They felt many things as time went by,

It was a complex maze.

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One day, They understood,

The feeling called Fear.

That was from The Guilt,

Of betraying their Creator.

They started to Worship,

They started to celebrate their living, in a random way.

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They worshipped The God.

They worshipped him everyday,

One day, The God noticed a dim light,

Coming from one of the rocks,

He had created.

He went there, And found out..

His Masterpieces were alive.

He realised it instantly,

And laughed so hard...

Thunders covered the sky,

And rain started after that.

He blessed his dolls,

Which had fooled him from birth.

He called them,

"Hu-man","Mark My Words."

"You shall Prosper, for you who made me laugh."

"You shall Become Great, As the Time Pass."

"You shall Possess Wisdom, And do Whatever you like,"

"Be it for goodness, be it for Evil,"

"You shall Thrive."

"But Remember one day,"

"You shall pay for fooling your creator."

"You shall end your own kind,"

"Because of your true nature."

"You are My Masterpiece,"

"The First One I Created, at least."

"I don't know, If my other toys,"

"Can ever surpass you?"

"But, You shall be one of a kind,"

"May You Learn your Real Truth!!"

"Oh! My Hu-Man,"

"The one who has fooled me."

"You Shall never forget me."

"No matter My Identity."

The god then smiled, and left them alone.

Those guys, who were named now,

Were Overthrown.

They were now called Hu-Man.

They called it many times,

They were super excited.

And, Started naming other things.

They named many things,

They saw on the sight.

Then they looked at each other,

And thought what name will suit them right.

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One Called the Name, "Adam!"

One Called the Name, "Eve!!"

They repeated each others name,

Like it was Something great they had achieved.

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So, This was the story,

I wanted to tell.

Just Kidding, Made it On the Spot.

It was like a Two Hour Hell.

Anyway, I was happy,

Like, I was in another world.

Let's end it for real,

It's no longer small.

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(So, How is My Poem.

I wrote it, cause I was Hurt.

I am in a happy mood now,

So, I no longer give a fuck.)

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See yaa....