I'm supposed to collect duck eggs. I'm supposed to volunteer at Nelson's office.
but I can barely walk.
I feel like I've been beaten.
My legs feel so hot and heavy. They're tingling and there's some numbness.
It's even hard to hold up my head.
"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist." ~~~~~ Dom Helder Camara poverty politics homelessness justice disability accessability prejudice tolerance addiction liberation ignorance resourcefulness illiteracy education abuse struggle hate love depression celebration disease health greed generosity
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Nelson Mandela
Monday, April 12, 2004
it's hard to walk
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I'm supposed to collect duck eggs. I'm supposed to volunteer at Nelson's office.
but I can barely walk.
I feel like I've been beaten.
My legs feel so hot and heavy. They're tingling and there's some numbness.
It's even hard to hold up my head.
I'm supposed to collect duck eggs. I'm supposed to volunteer at Nelson's office.
but I can barely walk.
I feel like I've been beaten.
My legs feel so hot and heavy. They're tingling and there's some numbness.
It's even hard to hold up my head.
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