We are all taught to be sweet, be polite, be normal, don’t rock the boat, so that those at the top can hold on to the power that doesn’t belong to them in the first place. We grow up siloed in our fucked-up memories, and we walk around feeling helpless and alone in our pain. And as long as we feel alone, then we’ll never realize how many of us there are. That there’s more of us than them, should we want to fight back.

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