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Fists or Open Arms


I guess the thing is we all want something to fight for; 

we're all searching for a fight. 

The fight is what gives us purpose, right?

No one has ever looked for something that gave us peace;

We'd fight for peace, but in the end we never acquire it, not until we're dead.

Maybe that's why the human race gets looked down   upon,   

mocked, and

something's always trying to destroy us, 

because we are a species of

violence,

not survival,

maybe just maybe it is us who know that and is why we try to

destroy ourselves.

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