Even then, I live on stolen land. I didn't steal it myself, but at some layer I'm complicit, because I bought it from someone who bought it from someone else... Until you get to the guy that stole it in the first place, and he probably stole it because of the value it would have in the future. I don't want to be here, but I don't have anywhere else to go. Even my own backyard is rooted in human misery.
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