sometimes I see these people in blue jeans.
and I think what da fuck I am doing here?
They don´t know my fucking language


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about anthropologists.
they think they are justifying their existence from their own privilege
like an NGO but in a more articulated way
I want to vomit
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About men.
they are always far away, in a galaxy distant from feelings
and real love
as if these were sources less important than ego