Humanity
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“A hero’s identity is not meant to be discovered, not meant to be revealed, not meant to be known. Why would we say in today’s world that a person is heroic by their identity being discovered, if not to reverse the actions of a hero, to the words of a hero? To reveal, comes as
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There is a vast difference, within the political realms, between the words of a person and the actions of a person. To focus on the former, would be identical to believing in the “quality” of a vote, when it is merely the focus on the quantity of those votes. Between the aspect that focuses on
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“What is normal in our world? Or, perhaps the question should be, ‘What is abnormal?’ Leading a troubled person away from a degrading direction, away from an addiction, or something similar, is simply the process of humanity in its finest showing. Would one, upon noticing that their friend, through their grief, became an addict on
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“Love is the stillness of captivation. Before the eyes of familiarity, we are enthralled. We open to them, with arms that only ever close, when they are shut around the beloved. But, what makes love eternal? It must be when their presence is non-existent. We remember the beloved, even when they should only be in
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Familiarity is where we place our trust… usually. Though, should we choose to not trust the familiar person, then we will trust more-so the animal to bring us peace. The unfamiliar, being the animal with fur adorning its face, is something we cannot see for an actual expression. We can see, from humans, their faces
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He wells tears, up to the terrain of his conscious mind.Aware of his pain, and those from others,Brought to greater showersOf those same tears,Upon the sight of others, deep in their gloom. He has saved, and has saved, againWith a mask that does not show his eyes.They are too deep in the tears,Too deep for
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What we feel for pain, is the practical wound, created for the practical application that is healing. Hunger, for instance, is a practical wound. This hunger, like all hunger, when felt by the self, is a practical wound, felt as physical pain, and it can only be cured with something else practical or physical, being
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The trembling that thou exposes,In flesh that remains not calm,An empire of rubble lays at your feet,A certain sickness dwells in your heart. You have found beauty in places of loathing,You have wept before mirrors that showed oceans,You have laid brick where the rich dwell,You have made flame upon lands not scorched. And eyes once



