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In Memory of Our Wasted Youth

Ever noticed how all those big fights are left hanging not because we don't care, but because everyone is busy fighting the little fights in hope that someday they'll add up to something.
    Honey, wake up.
    Look at the years behind us and realize that time is only dimming the fire that was once burning inside, and now we're just collectively acclimated to having our flesh shed.
- The men that used to burn over our blood spilling. 

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