I want to resist you. I want to realize and prove to myself
that I can get better opportunities ahead of me and competition is not about
the trophies and medals you so long to garner. I accept my defeat, just like
any other defeats of other battles I lost, but that's all right. I have a
reputation low enough that I can strip myself naked and still nobody notices my
avant-garde display of skin. However, these are the moments I feel most free. These
are the times that EVERYTHING can be possible, because I believe I have hit
rock bottom, that nothing can ever be lower from here anymore. I am stripped of
my title, taken the things I most love from me, and what I have right now are
the crumbs of what was left.
Do you know what it means? I am capable of anything that
will pop to my head, whenever I wish, wherever I want to. You, being my tyrant,
can be killed, famished to death, silenced to the corner, or simply
dispelled... by cold calculation. Or maybe not? I have been far too innocent to
this game. The resistance has to be overcome; I just do not know how. Still, I
resist. Still, I will try.
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