the item
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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