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Every fight could be a hug.
Every punch, an act of love.
Every harsh word, supportive energy.
Every betrayal, an act of humanity.
Aggression could be a smile,
One soul standing before another.
The depth of hatred mirrors the depth of love.
How tragic, the choice to kill one’s heart
With a gun
Named “idea.”
No idea is worth the price
Of stealing peace from someone’s life.
No idea justifies taking a human life
© Copyright: Екатерина Экозьянц, 2024
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