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This question requires a personal answer. I will give you one as an example and you can agree or disagree, and be able to change it if you want to.
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Using social media requires great responsibility. We have to assume that what we write may affect other people and assume that what we read may not be appropriate for us as well.
When a person's life is really affected by comments from one or more people on social media, then yes, individuals should be prosecuted. Especially when these cases turn into cyber bullying.
However, I think we all have opinions on any topic on social media and if the comments are not intended to hurt anyone, they could avoid a trial, or at least resort to a temporary account cancellation as a form of punishment.
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The wretched figure of the child sweep is a key emblem in Blakes poems of social protest. Not only are the sweeps innocent victims of the cruellest exploitation but they are associated with the smoke of industrialisation, thus uniting two central Romantic preoccupations: childhood; and the impact of the Industrial Revolution on the natural world. A report to a parliamentary committee o…
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(this isn't a true story, just trying to help)(maybe give you an idea)
When I was 10 I went to a theme park and was so excited to ride the biggest rollercoaster there. It was very unusual for my family to go to things like this so I was really intrigued for all the rides. It was going to take a while for us to arrive so for pastime I played games on my phone like always. As the car was entering the theme park my eyes were absorbed to the biggest rollercoaster there, I just couldn't keep my eyes off of it. As I was in the line for the ride I was happy and couldn't wait but as I got closer and closer I started getting agitated in nervousness. My stomach turned and I felt drained, the line seemed to have accelerated and then finally it was in the front of the line. (I hope this helped.. sorry that this isn't the best :/)
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Sustenence is the word
the one that feeds my soul
The one that pumps my existence
Sustenence is the nurishment,
that fuels my being
It gives me hope
It gives me courage
It can be love, or perhaps a goodnight's rest
It can be the tender kiss of mum,
or the harsh words of a teacher
For sustience is everything that drives me
