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Sometimes we forget why we have our guns pointed at each other.
Our reasons to aim
Our reasons to shoot.
Sometimes it’s because we are scared,
Confused,
Angry.
Sometimes it’s because we think that if we lower our guns to talk we might get shot,
Sometimes it’s because we were taught to do so,
Other times its because we’ve learned to do so
but,
The [...]

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A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.

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I’m scared.
So prove to me that there are no monsters under my bed.

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Takes the fight right to the laws of Physics, pushing you through the air so quickly that it’s genuinely unsettling.

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