Why are hurt, immaturity, and cruelty the only things human beings truly master at?
I don't think I've ever been brought to tears by a rumor, and I'm damned if I start now.
They can say whatever cruel things they want to about me, but why bring them into this? How do the passive survive in this world, constantly trampled and beaten by the incapable hands of ogress and thieves, unaccustomed to civilization and dignity. Compassion is so far from their grasp, it makes me ill.
I may be tough, but I am fair, and hardly inhumane.
You, dearest offenders, fail to rank as "human."
Good evening, dishonest world.
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