Who. Who you are. Who I am. Each of us have a different backgrounds, a different history. But when you really think about it; really took time to stop and think, you just might realize something. We are all brothers and sisters in this world. Maybe not by blood, but we are, in a way, linked together with a web, a fabric. Something: a tingle in your spine, the way that without looking, we are able to sense another human. So why do we push each other around? Why would we hurt each other? That, I will never figure out. I do certainly wish I knew. And if anyone ever, and I mean ever, figures out, I would love to here it. But for now, it looks like an enigma.
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