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And So We Grow Up

tabula rasa when we are born a child has no memory one can say clean slates, after a few days they pick up the basic like crying when hungry from there on we fill the baby with what we know a knowledge handed down from our parents, and the child when it learns to read beliefs without reflection what they are told must be the truth. sometimes the child has a new thought, and it says what if this is not valid, that is when the memory it didn´t have is remembered, something that is clean and true about the life we live an illusion made up of a generation of lies told to keep us docile, most children dismiss this idea and go on playing football, but a few listens to the voice of verity and not knowing how to shut up tell everyone that life is more than they have ever imagined. those children are embarking on a long track that sometimes leads to jail terms and sometimes to an early death by those who know they are speaking the truth but try to say the child has a criminal mind. the road ahead of the few is long, and there is no happy ending except for the knowledge, they have given them comfort

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