Emiliano Mancilla

Looks like you had a hell of a ride, you motherfucker. 

Looks like you enjoyed taking a huge slice of my life.

I just keep seeing you smiling, making fun of me, and I’m not sad, I’m angry. 

Nevertheless, since you can’t materialize and I’m unable to beat the shit out of you, I need to find a way to punch you, maybe this letter can cause you some damage, maybe your wounds can heal me. 

“Fuck”, I love that word, it has this strength, this adaptability, this universality that fits perfectly in every situation. Maybe I can use it as the strike with a forward thrust of my fist.

Thank you, you are my MVP. 

Fuck my life, fuck my plans, fuck my expectations. 

You built a nice jail, I’m not sure if I’m worthy.

Fuck my happiness, fuck my existence, fuck my perspective. 

I hope you didn’t spend too much on that 

Fuck the souls you took, fuck the dreams you ruined.

The details are exquisite, so simple but yet so beautiful.

Fuck the good news, fuck the glorious moments, fuck the good memories.

The atmosphere full of anxiety gives it the touch.

Fuck my loved ones, fuck their loved ones, fuck their calm, fuck their health.

What type of metal is this?

Fuck my smile, fuck her smile, fuck my luck, fuck my ignorance. 

I absolutely loved it. 

Fuck my new actions, fuck my reactions, fuck my new friends, fuck my new adventures, fuck my hopes, fuck my fantasies, fuck all the love given, fuck all the hugs taken, fuck all the lessons learned, fuck all trust gained, fuck all the kisses…

Moreover, what worries me is that it seems like your brother has the same intentions.

Thank you 2020 and fuck you.