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A simple argument, now a battle. What started as confusion now divides. Groups are formed, lines are drawn, people chosen. Leaders rise where chaos begins its reign. Roles are altered, and lives forever changed. Words spoken that can never be unsaid. Old wounds reopened, new scars created. I guess the hatchet was never buried. We once traded, helped each other, and thrived. Now we steal, destroy, and mock the other. Why did things have to fall apart so soon? All these dreadful things, made and ignited Just because I decided to declare “Guess what, I think a bit differently.”