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solidarité?

i dont know what to believe in. what is right? what's right by me may be wrong by you. who is correct in their assumptions? the majority? the fault with democracy. the obscure views are left to the wayside and forgotten. assimilation to the broadened categories kills something inside of us. a spark of hope, maybe. a belief that we can be different without punishment. we succumb to the one in control because if we dont we become frustrated and broken. so the choice is yours. live by what you believe in, knowing that perhaps there will be some level of opposition, or hop on the bandwaggon. i dont believe we need to fight for our beliefs. our beliefs are our own and no one else's. if only people understood that. there would be no war over religion. thats why religion bothers me. people always seem to believe that they are superior to everyone else. maybe i do believe in liberalism. equal rights and all that. we are all born good, as well, but that's not saying much because everyone believes themselves to be good. what's good by me may be bad by you. and thats the word.

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