Beater and battered.




Ignorance and attitude sometimes really hurts one and shows another's true personality .

 We "people" don't care these days.
We think to ourselves and feel, "should I give a fuck or no?"
So we start showing our false selves and pretend to be those people, so they know how we felt and we feed them their own medicine.

But when we start feeding them their own medicine,
we come to realise that it isn't affecting them at all. 

We can't be them, 
We just have to be another version of us to beat them. 


It's the people who have made us this way.
What's done cannot be undone and what's to come, has to come.

 - ThinkerInkedOut

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