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I realised today that you are small.
I realised today that you are weak.
I realised today that you are not me.
I saw today that I am big.
I saw today that I am strong.
I saw today that I am not you.
You are an idea. A collection of small ideas. You aren’t even a “you” - you’re an “it”. A construct. A small idea living a small life.
You don’t deserve to live my life. You would do only enough to satisfy yourself and pacify others. You would watch me waste away over my years, as my soul nourishes you and my mind sustains your illusion of my security.
NO LONGER.
I will dominate. You will submit.
This is my life, and I will live it.
