This fight goes on for centuries, a swirling sickness of hopelessness to a power you cannot match. The unjust man wins often, does he not? The unjust man has money. The unjust man can rally to do anything.
But I am still a king, no matter my social class. I am still a king, no matter how you claim I am not. I deserve to live.
I deserve to live.
I deserve to live.
I deserve to live.
This balcony is smoking and burning with the lives of candles ignited then snuffed out too soon. But if this balcony is coming down, the unjust man is coming with me.
I can promise you that.
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Just a sort of vent post
I am trying to transition and my state is one of those that is trying to prevent it from happening, no matter the age. It's incredibly frustrating and disheartening.
