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So, in this way, I incite all those who will hear me now. When prompted to act in favor of your proclaimed ancestors, their rights and defense. Think first, will this move me forward, or, instead, pull us backwards, towards a condemnable future indistinguishable from our wretched past. Tell me...

To erase our history, making way for more. Not to forget what has happened, but to move forward, in spite of it.

So, I propose an alteration. An aberration within this constant to change the universality of it all.

The more I think, learn, know, the less I, in fact, do.

Even as I speak, the reality seems to fade from around me.

Yet further. I move from what I once was.

I feel strange. There is an urge. An urge to do what, you ask? I do not know. I feel as if, but a figure, lost in iteration. A piece, connecting a puzzle. But, if that be all I am. Then what am I really?

I'm lost. Who are you? Who am I?

where am i

how did I get here