My mind can know no peace without justice.
What would justice look like?
For me to take my body and smash it into eternal silence.
Fear of death, that is the enemy.
How does one face death?
By living, or by dying?
Each day that I live, the war intensifies.
A moment, or an eternity of peace?
My indecision gets the better of me.
I choose life.
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