I'm so deep in the water that reaching the surface wasn't an option anymore
So suffocated by the abuse and pressure of the waves that eventually I give in and ride with them.
At first the salt water burned on the open wounds, but then they went numb and eventually I didn't feel the ache anymore.
After coming to the conclusion that there was no way out, it didn't even feel like I was drowning anymore.
I let go of the tsunami and let myself drown in the violent storm, because I would rather ride out the storm with you then enjoy the sunshine with anyone else.

Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

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