English
And that was it, you said - f*ck them for this. The crushing weight of it all turning you to a skull with sunken eyes, no longer felt as heaviness but lived as liberation, bones that sought joy and destruction. Joy through destruction. We can spite them and live free in the spite, defiance as purpose, lack of purpose as defiance. And yet you knew, you know, it's more than just that, why bother saying it if it's meaningless, the moment is just that, but also it is everything from this moment on.