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When does the fight stop?
We fight
We just fight…

We fight for our differences
We fight for our similarities
We fight for our rights
We fight for our wrongs
We fight for our identities
We fight for those we identify with
Our identities fight for us
We fight to change
We fight to change others
We fight to change the world
We fight to save ourselves
We fight to save others
We fight to save the world
We fight…

We fight without knowing what victory looks like
Without knowing if a victory would achieve our goals
Without knowing what our goals are
We just fight…

When does the fight stop?

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To make true your thoughts
A perpetual chore
Each truth realized severs the hydra-head
And out springs two more
To make known your truth
It’s easy to do
But the ripples can transform into waves
That will swallow you
Every utterance is taking a nameless pill from a strangers hand
Every word is a bullet shot directly up into the sky while motionless below it you stand
Your ideas expressed are marks to be traced
You're a slave to your footprints
Chiseled opinions not easily erased
The ever-looming past has your scent
But how else does thinking manifest
Shall we silence our breath
The voice makes form to truth and gives
Life after our deaths

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Oh joyous stick of white
How bitter, your salvation
How cancerous, your nourishment
How dark, your promise
It listens to our temptations
It follies its constructive claim
Its nature is destructive
The requirement of flame signifies this
But it doesn’t deceive
Its whispers aren’t secrets
The streets breathe in its offering
Oh beautiful gift of grey

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