i just hate the way they talk like they know what is best for you. just like that. as if money is directly proportional to happiness. thats what they think. just like that. truth is relative. truth is just perspective of individuals. to hell with all their ideas.
they could never break me down, not a particle, not a molecule. they could never hold me down, not a fledgling. i will take off, someday, somehow to show them the flight, the flight of my truth.
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