Is there to no level that I won't descend? if love is what I find, at what cost? Bound by the views of many, others stance, far and in between. Words say they understand, but the heart will never, the mind will only dream. A soul vested deep, body it's vessel, trapped, a prison, to the depths of which we do not realize. In the life's of few, we see ourselves mirrored, a mirage of what could be.
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We live in a world heavily based on societies views, views on who we should love and why. Sometimes we act out of conformity making our lives seem mirrored solely based on wanting to be seen as normal.