I don't want to burst your bubble. I only want to stretch your membrane so you can see through it. We roll around inside the same box and still you get more likes/shares/subscribes. Your privilege is showing while my patience slips. I know. You were just born that way. And I have to paint my face just to enter the race. I pave over the ley lines that have brought me to this place. Your leg up is my stumbling block.
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