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The real monsters are the things we say to ourselves when we think nobody else can hear us. They are the motives that drive us to ignore the plight of our friends and enemies alike.

The only monsters that we have ever needed to fear dwell in our hearts.

There was a time, there is a time, when we must fear for our safety, when we must plan to be on guard. But these are not monsters that we defend ourselves against, only perfectly lovable people who have let the monsters in.

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