Sometimes I step away when someone's talking to me. I retreat somewhere inside. I'm not listening. Then hours later, as I'm walking around, staring at the bright city skyline, I think of the cruelty of life. That eventually, you're really not allowed to be yourself. You have to step into a role to do what needs to be done and hide yourself away inside that persona. Or you will perish. So to that my inner-self says Fuck You.
Even though it's not a word I'm allowed to say.
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