You can explain yourself over and over again.
If i were you, i rather not waste saliva and breath and whatever-that-comes-outta-your-mouth-when-you-talk on someone who'll never listen.
Hm.
Very dramatic.
I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away.
No more petrol, drop and die seyyy~
Don't make me go amy winehouse on you!
You'll not like it.
Peace!
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