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Bullies.

All of you. Where do you get off making a name for yourself out of the mockery in fallen heroes’ hearts? What’s in a name; that which we call "a genius" by another label would be found on the front page of the obituaries. And now, what? Where do you go from the top, looking down on those you trampled on the way with some false sense of humility? How we perceive you now is like that of a crime lord; envious, never aspirational. Might as well call it a day and take note of the fallacy that is fame and fortune.
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Written by
anthony-casamassima
38 / M
Published
Feb 27, 2016
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29·102
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#rich#bully#oligarchy#fame#fortune#corporate#elite#famous#establishment#elitist
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