Mosh pit

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Taught to behave,
but born to stun.

Taught to study
but born to learn.

Decency became relative,
The most decent people he met were the ones he didn't even know. The most decent people were in the mosh pit. Bodies against bodies, kicking and thrashing, breath turned to dust, dust to breath. Living the riffs, living the beats. A brethren of unknown names.

And it didn't matter. They were bonded by something far more greater than the niceties of the society. They were bonded by the fact that all of them felt truly alive at only one place.
That one place.

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