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The item. I am the switch that hangs from the celing. I am the blood that runs through the next generation's vanes. I will break through every wall, every chain. I am the light of my life. i thrive on what i believe in. I wonder why no one else wants to build a better life. chains are the things that link us to our ancestors paths. Chains are an anckor that hold me back. I am an items of respect.
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