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Why do people hate so much it got to hurt? Now I have
thought about the world full of misunderstanding and
how that fuels hatred but what about hatred so deep
it is ready to consume the world and everything in it.

I once stepped in the middle of a fight to stop two friends
from hurting each other and I ended up with a fist in my
face. The sad thing is it made me feel like a fool whenever
I feel like stepping in again. I always feel unsure now even
as I grew older. Older but not surer of what is morally bad
about fighting or just letting two man go at it.

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