We're fighting for our lives; coming within an inch of it by the end of each day. We don't know what the future will hold. Hell, we don't even know if we'll have a "tomorrow" to look forward to. What we have is what we've got, and we really can't complain about that. We've stared death straight into the eyes, leaving us covered in trauma and scars that have stuck with us; and awoken us in the middle of our sleepless nights with cold sweats. But, we don't give up. We live through this hellish existence. For the Glory of Humanity.
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