Ever had a dream in which you're trying desperately to break free from a hold yet your efforts seem to respond in slow motion? Your arms feel as heavy as steel beams, your punches given with all your might halt as if underwater, your heart races uncontrollably as because you're panicking- sure you're screaming but all that is heard is muffled sputtering weakened rasps.
That dream is my life. I live it every waking moment of every day that I spend reaching for delicate reasoning in world of selfish motives. We are failing each other.
That dream is my life. I live it every waking moment of every day that I spend reaching for delicate reasoning in world of selfish motives. We are failing each other.
We'll never be anything more but never want anything less. Our fallacies, our country.
But, hey, we're part of it.
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