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Finding love is like Halloween
Roaming the street in your best costume
Knocking on strangers doors
Asking them trick or treat
Until you find the one you feel comfortable
Taking the mask off with
 Oct 15 Ursula Jones
Nylee
Does desire make you happy
or do they take away
the existing happiness?
 Oct 15 Ursula Jones
Mateah
What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?

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