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Oh, how they mock us—these gods and these men who think they are gods.

And we are forever doomed by our pettiness, which compels us to tear each other apart for all the silly reasons, and our privilege, which allows us to ignore all the real fights.

To see it coming is our curse: never early enough to make a difference, never late enough to avoid guilt.

Except your tears were there, and I was the only one to see them…
https://ghostofspring.com/2013/07/19/7bb3