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I drag my soap box out into the middle of the crowded New York sidewalk. Stepping up, I take the megaphone into my hand and raise it to my mouth. The words that flow are words I am sure people have heard before. They’ve watched preachers shouting it out to the masses, just like me, trying to tell them what they should be and how we should change ourselves. It’s all the exact same idea. I come out here everyday, trying to save them by telling them what they should do. But today is different. You want to know why? Everyday I come out here condemning people with my beliefs of Utopia. Today…I’ll tell people what they are and defy the masses on my decrepit wooden soap box. Today is the day that I’ll break free.

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