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They say a world war can be fought with sticks and stones, what I say is war can only be fought by skull and bones. Death is no closer to life than when hands hold what gives birth, when sticks and stones are tiresome weapons let go of the earth. Ever punishing is the nature humane saner - the fittest survivor humanity. Never pushing or pulling is the beastial more refraining than the weakest insanity. I had once known a time I realized the most of in between, never to forget fear. I also once knew nearly dying from it, I missed what meant to see or hear. Sadness is the weakest gift besides anger given not taken, depression when no one is curious. Ive only begun to understand worldly fears within the impression, only I am furious.

-P~Flack