I rise.
I shuffle.
I conform.
I push through.
I settle.
I repeat.
I am a "functioning member of society"
A society that hates. Hates any difference and any similarity. Yet, we accept it. We settle.
If we changed. Even one thing; one word...Imagine the impact.
Lets try this again...
We rise.
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Author:
BreeG (
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- Published: October 2nd, 2017 23:17
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Even one thing would be a start. Good thought Bree Nic.
Thank you
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