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“You’re either a fighter or a runner. And runners always run out of road.”
They’re poor because there’s a limited amount of good luck in this world, and they’ve never been given any.
They keep us fighting among ourselves like dogs for table scraps so we won’t catch them making off with the feast.
Change, for those who don’t have a say in it, feels like a pretty word for death. Death to what you want, death to whatever plans you’d been making, death to the life you’ve always known.
