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Whatever choices we make we will regret them.
We will always think of what could have been, what should have been.
Even our sweetest dreams can become terrible nightmares when brought to reality.
But that path we could have taken, should have taken, would have led us to the same place.
The endless desert of regret.
Our hopes and dreams will eventually be swept out into the endless sea of inhibition
We come to realize that even the most beautiful flower holds the most spiteful poison.
We come to notice the venom that is humanity
We are all guilty, we are all victims.
Noone is good, everyone is evil.
One may wish it would end.
They prefer to close their eyes.
Hope with all their heart it will end.
But that hope,
like every dream,
is swept into the tide.
Forgotten like the quiet one,
the kind one,
The only one willing to take a moment to try and fix this broken world.
That is the real hero.
But a quiet voice,
however good and kind,
can not rise high enough to mend this evil place.
The strongest hero can save us.
The strongest hero will never be.
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