this is a method you use to ignore your words. this is the way that i train    myself never to make light of anyone's concious desicion. it's more than    discursiveness. i'll keep that in mind for the next time. but this    psudo-ignorance plee is enough to dismiss any credit that you may have been    earning back. forensics show signs of uncertainty but can't find a trace of    remorse. still this pity extracts every word i hold from every other    friend's mouth. this time there's no cut around eyes that long to dismiss    this as a misunderstanding instead of a misgovernment. after monitors are    positioned. voices carry through wires and space. if this incident's purpose    served only to make an example of me, then ask yourself "was it worth it?".    halfway there. two down, two to go. it's abdication. your remission. guess    it's setting in. guess i've won. if that's what you'd call this    disparagement. headwind hurts more than said words. windward winds held more    than hate. halfway there. before i found something wrong. hate held there    hurts more than you hold onto. hold on as hard as you can. first one to    break will be the first one to fall. it's far from done. this far from home,    and far from falling. someday i'd like to forget my way home.