irritated
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Echo, you privilege soul
Stand by as I pillage your home
Watch as they rave your condemnation
We have yet to live.
Again,
I begin,
to feel like I'm going through life in no particular direction,
to feel like instead of being one in million,
that I'm one in the millions,
I don't feel like an individual,
I know you're a grad studentand you already learned the materialbut clearly you cannot teach itand I want to learn it too
