This world is all about oppression.

It seems that's all we really care about.

To slam our likes.

To slam our beliefs.

To slam our backgrounds.


We never seem to stop.

We do it more and more.

It's like an addiction.

Like a disease.

Like if we don't do it, we won't be accepted.


It takes a catostrophic event to snap us out of it, but infortunately we sink back in.


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