It isn't just me, but my brother too, it might as well be the entire country. The breaks we receive in this word of the US are but minimal, tiny, distractions in doing tasks we love, whether it be video games, cleaning, baking, etc. Even young children are thrusted into a world of unfair problems and situations they can't control, conscious or unconscious, aware or unaware. Even at the age of eight I didn't know what options I had to fight back, how can my 6 year old brother know? How can he remember the phrases I tell him? I feel like the ghostly standby for him.Any action I decide to take against flesh is but a step away from clinking metal bracelets.
Lies. Money. Wrath with anger. Laws. It's all part of an unfair system of justice. Those heroes we read about are scarcer than unicorns because real heroes will save you without reaping the reward. Pride shouldn't seep into their ego, just simply kindness.
I don't feel like writing anymore.
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