Lust but if I were allowed to love the shape of you.

Shape you're not used too.

Shape they won't let you have,

Shape you are too whatever to whatever to–

Shape you want,

Shape you seek,

Shape you desire,

What shape is the shape that fits the other half of my heart.

My broken mirror.

The fragment of my mind.

Together...

That is why the eyes loom to gloom other.

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Something that happened.

Something you can't remember.

Something the world won't let you heal from–

and now you are forced to b not a, omega, zeta; no downplay on your character at all...

That is how they see people... because it isn't always the people.

There is air.

Be as much you that you actually want to be, recall your dreams and determine your thoughts for within the cortex you break free of the world new and make a new world for yourself.

One where you don't have to...

Be as they had us.

All... all of us... Though we do not speak and many hold themselves, we are all ashamed of something that we had no control over and the complexities of being aware or unconscious during acts of civilization developed upon dumbfoundedness for rocks do not care. They are simply there as a foundation to say... don't let this go to waste, we can change.

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SARAMSA