I grew up thinking that I was native to this country, to this world.
I have been deluding myself.
I am a stranger. I'm an alien. I'm not of this world.
My world has no shouting people down because they don't agree with you.
My world does not allow for arbitrary arson and street violence.
My world is populated by hard working people who want to get home to their families.
My world has gardens, and trees, rivers and fields to occupy your time off.
My world has long since disappeared.
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5 minute freewrite prompt native