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What does it mean to be human? Is it the skin we wear? The fingers we fold? The heart that keeps us on a beaten path? Or those **** emotions— Chaining us from our potential? We know the answer. We just don’t like it. Ask yourself— How many are truly selfless? How many choose less So others can breathe? How many would step aside And become the smaller one? We measure ourselves Against each other. Call it competition. Call it survival. Call it whatever helps you sleep. But never call it Greed. Greed kills humanity— and we call it normal. Something to accept When unity is gone. The need for control. The hunger for spotlight. We smile in unity While sharpening our teeth— Prepared to bite and cut When threatened. Fighting people Who never signed up To compete.
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Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC
Sorry, I am human.
What does it mean to be human? Is it the skin we wear? The fingers we fold? The heart that keeps us on a beaten path? Or those **** emotions— Chaining us from our potential? We know the answer. We just don’t like it. Ask yourself— How many are truly selfless? How many choose less So others can breathe? How many would step aside And become the smaller one? We measure ourselves Against each other. Call it competition. Call it survival. Call it whatever helps you sleep. But never call it Greed. Greed kills humanity— and we call it normal. Something to accept When unity is gone. The need for control. The hunger for spotlight. We smile in unity While sharpening our teeth— Prepared to bite and cut When threatened. Fighting people Who never signed up To compete.
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Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC
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