Weekly Challenge 511: Stranger

I’m a stranger in the eyes of myself. All the hopes and dreams of my obnoxious youth has faded in the cold harsh rain of reality.  Dis-barred, dis-enfranchised, dis-owned, dis-loved, dis-respected, simply dissed by every level of society. The words of truth carry a very heavy price, because the words will not be heard by the weak, cursed by the enfranchised, and dismissed by those who actually own literally everything we take for granted.  We bought into the lie of freedom and justice for all, when in reality, there is just the fictional liberal boogieman we are trained to kick.


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