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Punching ballots hopefully. These days it's less than comforting. I can't believe that I got caught up in this front; this hype machine. Rallies, banners, slogans, signs. Still not changing any minds. At least not the ones that feed this monster all the bodies it requires. They've been at this since I was thirteen. Kept killing, now I'm twenty-two. Sometimes I feel there's not a single useful thing that I can do.
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