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Mar 2015
I’ve been stuck at the cross roads of pedestrian language for 15 years
now drowning in not only my adolecense but also myself
for my lungs are filled with water, self loathing and self hate
but my heart is filled with a love for everyone
everyone which i cannot understand
understanding is something which seems to be so uncommon
because if he has a heart and she has a heart and
they have a heart are they not the same with differences of emotion
of features, of hight and pigment but are they not the same?
Are we not alike?
We are each other without the ability to see we are connected
my mind to yours
i see through not only your eyes but your soul
and if i have a heart
and you have a heart
then what exactly are these class differences
which set the two of us from them,
what are these variations
which set
the two of us, from one another?…
procrastination.
i push forth a time towards a further date
and you remain to believe that both still exist.
Written by
Alexandria Meister  CT
(CT)   
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     Lior Gavra, SPT and Brianne
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