A/N Inspired by writing prompt of the song "Stressed Out" by Twenty One Pilots
They said I need to wake up.
But I refused, saying that I had dreams to finish,
I dreamed of the good old days, I dreamed of when everyone was equal.
They laughed and said "you need to make money"
And I told them that I didn't need money where I was going,
I pretend that I can't hear them and their taunts, but I care what they think.
