There's something about prejudice. Even if you try to fight it, once it's there, it will drag your sense and brains apart.
Then suddenly your mind starts working like a broken watch: still somewhat pretty to look at, but deep down inside you know it's no use, 'cause it looks the same, no matter what time it really is.
And the time is to free ourselves.
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