As the lights began to dim, As the nights’ sky grew brighter than the sun, Families fractured. Friendships abandoned.
—That I need not think like you Alternatively, think as I do. We can remain amicable. Even though both of our perspectives differ,
Therefore, if you desire, progress. The answer is genuine candor. Consider that you are not the ‘best.’ While those who are unique are ‘less.’
Should respect be accorded to those who earn it? Or should we choose to preserve the peace by maintaining the resiliency we have continually cultivated in ourselves? As the lights began to dim, The sparks that ignited the flame vanished into thin air.
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Written by: Allen Galicia
Layout and Design by: Kyle Asucan
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