Life
Life is a battle between life or death, good or evil, and strong or weak. Not one person has survived battle but played the game just to try. We kill people out of anger, lust, or for greed. Life sometimes feels like an explosion of arguments about having a clean room or having A's and B's on a report card. No one is perfect and everyone makes atleast one mistake in their life but after the second mistake life can become a matter of good or evil, strong or weak, and life or death. That's life.
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