sometimes, we have to shake hands with those we consider enemies. for there will always be a g͟r͟e͟a͟t͟e͟r͟ e͟n͟e͟m͟y͟. but, there will always be consequences.
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we were told that this was how the world was, violent and unforgiving. but i soon learned it was more. that even in my darkness, there was a light at the end. i ran towards without looking back.
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