Pain that suppresses the soul
is a pain that brings forth reality.
Where can we go when all we want and know
is dangling you over a pit a vipers.
Venom seeps through the veins
of hate as we ingratiate our will
into that of another
a brother
or a lover
the world is as I see it.
For it can be no other way.
To alter that vision is to be you
then individuality is non-existent
We may not agree on everything
and trust may be cracked
But facts are facts.
The less you know
the more you believe.
And receive these words
from a soul lost in a world
Where people are flawed
and perfection doesn't exist.
I accept you encompasses all
When you think I lie
I die inside
But the past can't be changed
I'll be alright as you so gracefully said
and stoicism is eaten on bread
The life ...


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