and fuck the evergreen state,
with your ever rainy mornings
and your over complacent evenings.
your binge drinking afternoons
and your exhausted midnights.
i'm sick with everything you've given me.
each glorious gift causing me more grief.
and am i only reflection?
"And yes, even in spite of the condemnation of my own closest comrades i will live my beautiful ideal."
-emma goldman
i'm still holding on to the hope that i can live my ideals
and that i won't feel the need to be complacent or to conform.
revolt, rebuild, resist, resist.
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