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Written by Marc Ching
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Tuesday, 28 November 2006 |
November 28th, 2007 3:33pm
It’s this kind of shit that makes me pissed. The way they keep f**king with me.
The way they keep trying to get under my skin. Pushing me to do things that
would betray the bitterness of my tears. That would denigrate, not only who I
have become but also all the work that we have put into. Because we've come too
far and suffered too long to let their actions be the cause to reactions. We've
come too far, been strong for too long . . . for too many years.
Because they never let me forget. The line between them and us. The evident
reality that demarcates our world into what it is. They never let me forget.
That emptiness that fills us with so much resentment. They are the reason why I
cringe at night. Why I bite my tongue till it bleeds. They are the enemy. The
one who seeks to harm us with their words. Wailing at us with fists that have
bruised more then just our skins.
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