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I wonder why sometimes we see things, as we want them instead of how they are. Maybe some people�s views aren�t the same as others. Maybe it�s just �cuz everyone�s to fucked up to care. Being brought up that way. Living a life others may see as a lie. I see things different from everyone I know. I see everyone hating me. This is the way I want it. I want people to tell me to shut up. I want people to call me nigger and make other racist comments about me. It�s all just fuel for the fire to me. Because I know something they don�t. Some day, I will explode. They will hear me and listen for a change. I will tell them all to shut up in a way so powerful, no one will be able to ignore it. It will be as if the right hand of god had swept down on them with a single sound: Shhhh. I don�t know why I want things this way. Maybe I am the fucked up one. Maybe it is the way I was brought up. Or maybe it�s a problem with the whole world. Maybe I should just shrug off what people say and laugh knowing that someday they will get what they deserve, some way or another. I will have the last word once. I will get to laugh at everyone knowing I was right and they all doubted me. I will be stronger, if not physically, then mentally, then they all were. If for just that moment, I will be stronger. |
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