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Recyclable

Nowadays if I don't demand respect, I'm subject to neglect. Respect me before you dissect me like your little science experiment like your suicidal merriment to put your pain on Someone else.
Respect my differences for the instances when you have chosen distances away from the truth and plagiarize lies without a works cited page, no references.
Respect me.
Respect my educational pursuit to find a sensational recruit to a place I've found recreationally happy: My future.
Respect me for my head held tall balancing on a tight rope, don't fall, because if I move an inch I'll lose it all and recall the time when I gave in to their little baby doll lies disguised as "nothing at all."

Respect me because respect is recyclable and I'll keep it like a collectible and protect it because it's valuable.
It's not something demandable but something commendable, something you should learn.
Respect.



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