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December 16, 2020
We, who struck a chord in signing our fates as promulgated through to their inevitability, came to the place of being dead just as we came to the place of being alive. We found they were both the same. Dressed the same. Same character. Same stretch of apprehension. All sameness aside, they had a different exit strategy. From one to the other they bore a face we couldn't accept. How we wore those faces came to define us as the cowards we are. How can we say we love the world when we denigrate the world upon which it exists?