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Fight to change, but i choose my right to pacify not destroy the convoy of the mass oppression, they will pass into obscurity, as the totalitarians before them.  I choose to break the cycle, to endure and grow, maybe something great will come of me, but the greatest thing to me,would be a home. just a solid structure four walls and a bed. A comfort I have never know, just a lost boy squatting in others homes, constantly striving to make blood turn to gold, opression doesnt beat us down anymore, simply take away my healthcare, call me poor and make me beg for a means to transport my mechanised body to work and back so i can sleep for 4 hours to have the minimal amount of energy to sell my soul another day working 13 hours a smile worth a million dollars the only problem is taking it in installment made hour after hour day after day

The truth is I want so very little, and i give so much, i love being generous and compassionate, but its hard to do so without a home, or a plate of food.