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Don't be telling me "you're so mean!" I'm sick of dealing with your sleeping heart. It's been imprinted with tradition and the wishes of people who don't even know you and you don't know. It has you marching like a foot soldier, shouting things out loud like: "The master wants to see you restrained and neutralized. You're to be detained at once." ...but come on now. You know better than that. Then again, maybe you don't know better than that. Nothing could be more disappointing than accepting that you could be nothing more than a baby, weak and unable to generate anything, unreliable when we get to major crises, busy with pouting until you get your way. I had hoped that maybe you would've been a person that I could work with instead of carrying. Neither of us is willing to give, so this is gonna to take forever. Fighting back and forth until one of us breaks.... There isn't much left in our aftermath. No one is a winner, and no one is wiser. And that wouldn't be so bad, except that we're gonna be doing this again and again and again and again and again and again.