Realizing (often) that a significant portion of your creation is attributed to disillusion, subversion and subsequent lack of actual humanity/realism becomes more and more difficult.
What you do not realize is my drive, my success, my passion and my utter will to triumph is based in large portion to your ineptitude. I love you, but your hand in my daily battle is no longer silenced.
You are terrible in ways and I reject you for as long as I need to to survive it.
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