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Too Little


I feel the world coming in around me. I can not breath. People always talking about the green. It is hard to see how something like that can hold all the power. How it can take. Never gives without a cost. How it controls liberty, and happiness. Yet without it we have nothing. It dictates what we can do. How we live. Where I can Learn. All I want is to learn, but the dictator says no. I have too little.
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