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Is there a place where the cost of living doesn't make you envy the dying? Where groceries are not a luxury, a place where the life of a child isn't overlooked, a place where the food banks aren't overbooked? Where it doesn't matter the color of your skin, nor whether you're fat or thin, where no one cares where you're from, or where you go. Where respect isn't an abstract concept, a place where I can stand still without fearing being run over by my brother.
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
Life in America
Is there a place where the cost of living doesn't make you envy the dying? Where groceries are not a luxury, a place where the life of a child isn't overlooked, a place where the food banks aren't overbooked? Where it doesn't matter the color of your skin, nor whether you're fat or thin, where no one cares where you're from, or where you go. Where respect isn't an abstract concept, a place where I can stand still without fearing being run over by my brother.
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35/F/Paris
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
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