Before you fight back,
you must ask yourself who
are you fighting? Do your
feet burn on the soil when
you travel over holy ground?
In the dream, there are
two mirrors facing eachother.
On one is scrawled love on
the other hatred. Do you know
why you're so sorrowful?
You have two voices.
They terrify me. Like
standing on a cliffside
without a parachute,
your enemy's hands
on your back.
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