You always told me,
Not to do this,
To do that,
And when I asked why,
The answer was always,
I told you so,
How dare you talk back?
And resentment always grew,
Just a little bit each time,
But I still feel it,
Every time,
You order me,
To do something,
You do not,
And I swore to myself,
I would never ask anyone,
To do something,
If I could not do it myself first,
Because I would not be you,
I would be me.
~Rei Shiori
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