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Peace makers don't make peace,


Peace makers don't make peace, instead, they make pieces of the living deceased, big hearts w/silent beats, only living for vengeance. Is this what fuels their ambitions? Is the "BEST" all that we could WISH them? Perfected the role of being the victim... But tell me what's missing. Blank faces, cruel intentions. So is living, really living?
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