This is not a war. Disagreement is not declaration. Calm your jargon. War is brutal. If you declare everything is war - war on drugs; war on women; war on the middle-class - then we will be fully desensitized to what real war is.
That works in your favor, though, doesn't it?
These thoughts enrage in my head, rile forth, and sink away, constantly, like a massive unfulfilled sneeze. Thoughts of hope; thoughts of giving up. Politics, religion, labor, expectations, obligations to others and sacrifice of my truest self. I'm burdened by the knowledge that I am far greater than State, Faith, or Task; it plagues me.
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