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El Todo Esta Escrito

El Todo Esta Escrito

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Piensa tu como quieras pero actúa como los demás. Puedes tener ciertas dudas, ciertos puntos de vista, puedes tener algún dogma, la opción de orientación política, solo piensa e imagina, solo rige tu ideología, se un libre pensador dentro de un país fallido. Cada uno de los temas que aplico en este escrito no es mas que mi punto de vista y un toque filosófico dentro de estos, mi intención no es afectar de cierta manera al lector puesto que cada uno piensa de manera distinta al resto, así mismo los invito a dejar su opinión. TEMAS 1-Pensamientos. 2-Muerte "El Comunista" 3-El Libre Pensador. 4-El Burgués Político.
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{BOOK ONE} There are five factions. Each had their own reasoning for thinking why the war had happened. Dauntless; cowardice and fear. They strive to be brave, fearless. Erudite; ignorance. They strive for intellect, to be smart and curious. Candor; deception. They strive to be honest. Amity; they blamed the war itself along with fighting. They strive to be kind, forgiving, peaceful. Abnegation; selfishness. So they strive to be selfless. Dauntless are our police. Erudite are our teachers. Candor is the law. Amity are the farmers. And Abnegation are our government. I would sit on the ground everyday, wearing my yellow dress with black sandals. Wasn't the best thing for me. Dresses made my shoulders to broad, especially the flowing ones. When I was home alone, or with my mother, I would wear I tight black shirt and white shorts. No one would really approve, mostly because they were Candor colours along with the fact it's not... welcoming enough. I never understood Amity, not because of the kindness and the peacefulness; well, mostly the peacefulness. Whenever it should come down to defending ourselves or walking away. We walked away. It confused me. Maybe I wasn't Amity enough to understand. Maybe I wasn't kind enough. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't belong here. So where do I belong? A/N : First chapter is a little sketchy but that is the case with all of my books. I promise it does get a lot better afterwards Start: Feb 06 2021 End: Dec 15 2021

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