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My rights,
Your rights.
My rights were taken,
Your rights are next.
Your rights will never be next.
As if we are playing monopoly and I am constantly landing on jail as you hold all the jail free cards.
You say sorry but you can not be sorry for something you don't fully understand.
Blissfully ignorant to the harm of knowledge.
One step back then two as you stand in the same box although my rights have been taken from my very hands something I hold so dear and you turn will never come,
But then if not you then who?

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