my thoughts limit themselves to their flawed counterparts seeking answers from those who never question authority hiding behind those who know the truth that they were merely told wishing to be held one last time closely by someone they thought they loved ink spills onto parchment and produces an image of long forgotten angst smiles of hollow-headed individuals who speak in groups that never translate portions of a broken mirror still reflect what we have yet to see bloody fingers fumble through the mess that is organized at our ends alliances with enemies to progress to a place that we find surreal holding our hands out for payment and receiving just advice on how to live smelling the acid that pours from our lips and poisons our process holding our flag high while reciting an anthem to those below promising that we are equal while explaining our differences the blind will hear and the deaf will see motors make noise and move the people forward while all they wish to do is look back upon what they left behind pay no attention to those who hate what you create for they do not understand original thoughts hate has been around much too long and we must advance towards a better life the stanzas end with a response that you never thought could be comprehended broken down to your knees, you stand in the ruins of your collapsed dream you smile at the skies with clouds that promise to bring relief in due time though nothing can come close to the pain that you felt when you realized she was gone take a star from the expanse and cast it behind your shoulder follow the sun and lead yourself by the moon smile no more and frown no less we will all be together eventually pieces of us will be reflected in broken mirrors but we will be together again
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