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People of uncertainty, taught to follow a fool clutching a book, or a book dragged behind a nation. You bow to pages you never read, defend borders you never drew. Asked only to learn, you sit back, legs crossed, guarding what you call yours. forgetting it was never yours to begin with. Not the truth. Not the word. Not even the certainty you pretend to own.

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It forgets, like smoke leaving a room not forgiveness, just time doing its work. what stays, stays heavy. what leaves, never looks back. maybe one last time, I should..

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I am a child 😌

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I tipped 0.13 USDC in 30d on Ecion

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