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Silence and violence, but never any solace. Blaming and shaming. Never any taming. This side or that side? Never any combined... forces for the good, no one is understood. A senseless cycle, an endless spiral. Sad thing of tragedy, is it's predictability. From the first crisis, to the endless... reinforced programs, coddling the madman. We care, then we don't. We pray, then we hope. Woke and then helpless. Tired and then restless. Brave, and then not. Action! Then, we stop.

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