Let's hear that laughter once again. I didn't hear it all that well. I didn't hear the one about me taking things too seriously. Now I didn't hear you laugh as loudly. Forgive me for having dreams. I'm sorry for trying to learn how to achieve them. I'm sorry that I care. I'll never make a good businessman so I guess I'll never mean shit to you. Nothing but a pile of "ideals." Nothing more than a physical animation of hope. I'm not sorry for believing in love. I'm not sorry for believing in justice. I'm not sorry, no. Your expectations do not shape me (they just make me sad), not while you defeatingly submit to this inhumane machine. Black ribbons of haste. I felt the deep sorrows instilled inside. Insignificance - your word for my passions. And I don't know why but I've been wasting so much time and energy on relishing your opinions of me. I'd much rather spread my own wings than spill more of my own blood. The blood that's been pouring down from an eternal storm of the looks you've given and the things you've said. The instilled fears, inhibitions, and tears have disappeared since I've dared to ask myself "what about my life? What of this life?"

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