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Dear Future Kids of America,

I am sorry that you had to grow up in a world where politics take precedence over every little thing that happens. Everything in the media, be it movies or even simple things, always have to have some sort of political statement attached to it. I am sorry you have to grow up in a world where people have so much freedom that all they can do is complain about their own lives. I am sorry that you have to live in a world where the school system tricks you into thinking that you’re exercising creativity and individuality and learning, but in reality you’re being slumped into a robotic-like trance where there’s no escape until you graduate. I am sorry that you live in a world where there’s constant fighting over stupid things, that people have stopped caring about each other and they have to point the finger at someone other than themselves. I am sorry that as you grow up, you’ll realize that once all the adults retire, it will be your job to fix the mistakes they made. I am sorry you were born into a world where the concept of peace in and of itself is a lie, and that war still happens somewhere. I am sorry that things got like this, where in the 80s and 90s, things weren’t perfect either, far from it, but they weren’t absolutely out of control. The world is in your hands, and the ones who played a part in getting things to be this way will eventually give the safety and protection of our world to you.

I am sorry.

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