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Oct 2015
So this is what freedom is:
A pseudonym to hide behind;
A fake identity used to mask
The realness you don't want the world to find;
And with this entity,
You can unwind and at last recline.
So this is what freedom is:
A distraction and a lie.

Love is a chemical
Emitted by the brain,
That somehow or other,
Causes absolute change--
Be it at first sight,
Or at the other end of the gauge;
Love is a play, an oddity
That we wish would stay.

Our time on this planet
Is not a night at the ball;
The paving stones beneath us
Are not one big dancefloor;
Keep spinning around--
Sooner or later you'll fall;
And no matter how great the performance,
There is no encore.

To acknowledge your pain,
Is to lay it to waste;
You can't repair all your cracks
Using a thin layer of paint.
To know of your faults
Defies this culture of copy and paste;
And it's a beautiful thing
That we are not a *** ***** with a face.
People need to stop being scared of showing the world what they really are. People need to stop pretending to be something they're not. People need to stop trying to impress. People need to fall in love with one another because of who they are--not how they appear to be.
Written by
Mouthpiece  26/M/Liverpool, UK
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