Battling a swordsman, of equal skill, it’s like finding a brother, separated, by a different mother, a soulmate, a man who you can respect, someone you can call friend, look East, look West, he is on the same plane, you are both capable of the same things, it wouldn’t even be weird, to kiss him, anyways, I pray everyone finds such a man, we are all tigers, alone on our mountain peaks, but its nice, to know someone out there understands, some of the burdens we carry, so heavy, we pick up so many things, and it weighs us down, now imagine, another man struggling on the road, wishing to get home, let out a laugh, we are not alone, break some bread, share a meal, with a friend like you, it feels good to rest.

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