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To start on this, I will point this out because it is obvious: I am human. I make mistakes. I'm not perfect. I have emotions. I have a heart. I have a mind. I have regrets. I have wishes. I am limited. But i hate all these things because i cannot change them. I can't to become something like a god because it would be pointless. Even gods can be corrupted. Any kind or even all them. Why and how? Power with oppertunity. Give anyone enough power to control a country, or a word, or even a universe, they will destory it, they will mess it up, and they cannot make anythin perfect, because the word "perfect" is impossible. No one or anything is that level. So it's an endless hate that i have between myself. The animal and the sofisticanion that wages war silently in my dreams, in my mind, in my eyes, in my body, in everything that i commuicate with everyone is neverending, until i end. There is no peace without an end. But am i happy with myself? No. Because i have still to improve, to better, to be stronger, to be wiser, to be the best that i can be so i can share it with others. The means of survival, to keep the fire going.