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vulnerable souls

misunderstood by conformity

we are dysfunctional you and i, we fail to fully establish what is it we want– we are mistaken fro terrorists, meanwhile we are just trying to be ourselves, to let old habits die and assume new roles. we tried and we failed dismally, time was never on our side, so we never learned to be kind to one another. we went with the flow, and if there was none we created our own-even in our triumphs, disappointment lingered, even in our victory, another type of war was always looming. justice failed us, so we failed what we had. where we too different to be misunderstood, or perhaps we were just never meant to taste success with each other, but then again who knows, who really knows the truth of this sad world we live in? why do people so wish to be the same, to never let what they want to shine through, what is it that terrifies them to death? is it the freedom that will make them realize that they never want to be the same again, or is it that they dont know that love does not require self-sacrifice, only reasonable compromise? so because of this world, we took different ways– my hand was still reaching for yours, and yours for mine, as the cold wind blew in our palms, I felt a tear come down my cheek– in that instant i knew, i knew that i had lost you. and so my soul cried out for you in the wilderness, there where my tear mixed with the grain of sand i stood, i built an altar and i name it IFONI, the voice that spoke to my heart, the only man who could touch me with his spirit and leave me full of love and understanding. one day the echoes of our hollowed out longings will reach the walls of mankind, and they will know what they have done, how much they have killed the only thing you and i understood; the freedom of love, but in eternity we shall search for each other, and there what tore us in this world, will bring us back together again, mend the broken souls so that there are no broken fragments to threaten peace of those who are like us.

its about fighting against the struggles of love and conformity.

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