Spoon Fed Lies
Say "The Pledge Of Alligence" every single morning, to start the day off right. Hands over our hearts and the viel over our eyes. All of us blinded by what that past has raised us up to be, just to keep living that same repeating cycle to have the ability to call ourselves free.
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