I suppose there might be solace in circumstance. At the end it does not matter my ambivalence, or just how justly I was served. In truth these ambiguous morals and ideals elude a society too large, but won't I always have them in my heart? So, so what?
This is what: Maybe one day I'll be lying in bed and I'll tell her about the time I failed a class.
And she'll never look at me the same.
How can I live with that?
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