Depression or opression?

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As Jordan flopped down on his bed he rolled to look at all of the drawings on his wall most were his but a few were from friends. He remembered when these used to make him happy, he remembered the days when he was "normal" quote the days before he started to hate the government. The new fascist regime in his country had done so much to benefit but these benefits never lasted long, already he could smell change on the wind.

He lay thinking about his fantastic fictions of a new revolution, of exposing them for what they were really doing. Behind all the phoney smiles and all the false promises. He hears the dark intent in their words.

He walked downstairs his parents still were not home he chuckled slightly, this was perfect. He ran back upstairs and grabbed his gloves, mask, and camera. He walked out and locked the door, pulling out his phone he called Eric.

"Hey bitch meet me at the park in 20" Jordan said with a playful but mocking tone.
"Aight, you want me to kick your ass again or what?"
"No bitch I have some plans." And with that Jordan hung up.

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⏰ Last updated: May 04, 2015 ⏰

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