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The feeling of hopelessness, lost and pain was awakening within me. What should I do? What should I do? My shame began covering me with its curses. What can I do? What can i do? My life was starring me in my eyes, it did not blink, once. It knew as well as I did. It was time. Whatever was going to happen was so clear that it could be seen through the eyes of a blind man, yet the man with the clearest vision can not see it himself. A Man is the most powerless creature on Earth, yet he walks around like we're the most dominant. I can not seem to wrap this idea around my head, nor do I understand it. Should I take action today, or wait to die tomorrow? I have a right to speak my mind, but is it right to speak my mind? My heart is pacing like I'm trying to finish a race, and its funny because they tried the same thing... yet the race is still going We have a right, just like you And we will use our rights to its fullest; until our days renew
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