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Why I Write


Why?

How do we grow accustom to blindly following orders when we use to speak so freely?

You tell us this. You tell us that. You show us the word obedience.

 

I need some change.

 

Who are you to order me around? Who are you to tell me what to do?

Right now, I have the ability to think, to talk, to write.

I can make decisions for myself.

Try to help me, not barking orders at me.

Everyone has a their own heartbeats, their own beliefs, their own expressions. 

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