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Tragically Alive.

Some say we're tragic. I say we're alive.

You are the unwilling soldiers of a revolution you've never heard of.

Living lives you don't believe in.

 

We are the guerrilla warriors.

Fighting for freedom against the rest of the world.

We may never be free but we fought.

 

You followed.

 

So no, I'm not tragic. I'm more alive than you ever will be.

Even once I'm dead and you still breath; I will be more alive.

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