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Choice


Mom. I literally cannot study right now. 

Mom I don't want to clean my room. 

But Mom the 5S isn't even that expensive...

Mom I literally can't eat the rest of this.

 

 

Mom? I'm hungry..

Mom? My feet hurt Mom!

I made a new game Mom,

I'll go get the water... 

Mom?

Why can't I go to school?

 

When your mom told you 

to finish your dinner what she meant was

finish with your inner primitive belief

that your problems

are problems.

that the things that inflict

your happiness will never piss of 

870 million

people who walk the same earth as you.

that

you have a choice to be hungry.

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