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We work a great deal to be unique. To stand alone. It's something unique in our culture. We love the rebel.
I find my self pushed to the breaking point, something I haven't been at in years.
As the world hammers down at my shoulders, I plant my feel.
I've said it before, I'm tired of being tired. I'm sure I'll say it again.
I'm sure it's part of the reason I'm still standing. I always get up after being kicked. I refused to be broken.
It's my greatest strength, but it's also the reason I push so many people away. I'm harsh. Snarky. Unyielding.
Is that all I am? A golem brought to life to exist?
So many questions. So few answers.