I used to think some people were pretty decent. But until late, there was an artist, that used to outwit people. Follow people until they became so impatient, they had to fight back.
After some hours, the space always would grow peaceful again. Observing one another, one day the artist realized how he was prejudice. If he had a chance to defend his thoughts about the world, he believed he could do so.
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