Choice

Personas, ever transient ebbing and flowing coming and going with laughter sorrow anger worry and confusion. Is it a question of who am I? or is it a question of will I? Will I love? Hate? Fight? Forgive? Kill? Save? Heroes, villains men, monsters we're all of these things. we are not static we are a choice. We are who we choose to be.

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