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You were a slave to the pre-established ambitions of a heightless power. Interrogated due to your distinction. Obliged into your choices. Now you sit. Proud of your seat, But not knowing You can stand.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
Stand
You were a slave to the pre-established ambitions of a heightless power. Interrogated due to your distinction. Obliged into your choices. Now you sit. Proud of your seat, But not knowing You can stand.
The illusion of societal obligation.
stefan-smith
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
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