Dear Diary, Your voice doesn’t matter…SAT…your fighting didn’t matter…back then…only our voices (the smart people) and narratives count…count to 10…SAT…You trying to help them didn’t matter…Iraq…SAT…our images of ourselves…You said you cheated on the SATs…hungover and looking at Laura Clum’s scantron..doesn’t matter. When you tried to make it right and get an education the right way…We bombed you…into oblivion..No safe place..only in movies…tale as old as tiiiimmmeee…We control…we control. We are smarter and better than you… chicken…SAT..SAT..SAT…Microscope..magnifying glass…even the bravest ant would succumb to the pressure…the heat…Die already. Because our images of ourselves will not be destroyed..We will injure you, repair you, then injure you again. Be careful or you will end up like the deer…bow down to your master…no. Even if it kills me. Even if I am always alone looking out of the mirror instead of into it.
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