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I cry everyday. I cry over people telling other people what they can and can’t do with their own bodies. I cry over some dude getting crowned king over the simple fact he was born into a certain family. I cry over the atrocities brought forth by capitalism on my thousand euro phone. Necessary evil? Perhaps. Grotesque nonetheless. But I cry the loudest, when it’s Monday morning and my train is delayed, and I spilled coffee all over my shirt. Again, I do nothing. Poor old me.

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