Oh, young boy.
You're still a child.
These decisions are not what you've intended.
Surely not.
Is this really what you desire?
Well, I don't accept that.
I want better for you.
You've taken away your passion.
You've come to these pointless conclusions.
Do your accusations actually please you?
I don't see how.
You block away what's untraceable.
Why won't you face these truths?
Why is nothing ever pleasing to your standards?
Don't be so condesending.
You have no reason to be.
I hear your voice.
You've lost a care for anything out there.
Somehow that's adequate for you.
I fail to understand you.
The world is falling down around you,
and all you're going to do is laugh.
Laugh, and complain.
I want you broken.
I want you to be meek.
I want you to stop being so arrogant.
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