done? And year after year, we give our everything to get nothing in return. The
time has come for things to change. We don’t need your adoration, but we demand
your respect. I will not allow anyone the opportunity to deny half a decade of
labor. The places we’ve been, the faces we’ve seen, the months spent far from
home. This is what moves us. This is what we’ve grown accustom to. What we will
leave behind can not be measured in a dollar figure. There’s a much deeper
meaning than that. I can’t wait until the day when we’ve surpassed everything
that gave you a false sense of importance. I want you to question yourself. I
want you to watch you slip away. I want you to realize that your existence has
meant nothing. I hate you more than you could ever fucking know. And I hate
you for making me feel like this. I know deep down that I’m a good person, but
my patience is wearing thin. The best retaliation I can think of, would be to
let you know that for once in my life, I’m truly happy. I’m more than content
with who and where I am. Your oppression has had no effect. I don’t need to
justify my opinion after everything we’ve been through. And year after year, we
give our everything and what we receive in return, I can’t explain with words.
I’m so fucking thankful that I made it to where I am today. (I watched the
world upon your shoulders, and from these heights it’s so far down.)
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