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I believe we always will have

A beautiful struggle

It depends how you view it at any given moment

But eventually you realize it’s a different side to the same story

You flip the coin and give up a choice to liberate yourself

And for a second you allow yourself to drift

Trying to gain some sense of direction

By giving up the one you had

If we could just accept each other’s gifts

We might learn

To have something to give you need something you have

We can all be strong together

If we just learn to see each other

As more than just names and faces

As more than just games and races

I know it has to get better

It’s not just some dreamers letter