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Pride; Pain's Profit

Tell me: Would you smile if it was tax deductible? If your mother saw you kicking that child would you stop? Or is love just an accessory you adopt for holier days... Since when is justice to be served by 'that other guy', pain to be experienced by those inferior to you; If kindness were a song would you have the voice to sing it? Or are the only words your chords are capable are of: if, should have, would have, all more elaborate phrases for the word 'coward'. Opportunity was not presented to you so like an unwanted gift so you could get a cash return- it was to be drained of its potential and scattered to the world in a prism of hope. But those who have the most access lack the most vision, a single mother in the street knows her need but the 'big man'? Can't even see the street. A voice that is more expensive does not merit more importance, because you deserve anything and have been left wanting, does not allow for neglect.
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