How much anger defines this monster.
How much passion fules its passion.
Tell me please, that my soul is inbetween this conditons manipulation?
Someone tell me that the tender notices that define us will protect us come the day.
Who will care?
Who will be themselves and then know that they are behind the shield for courage because I hear the sirens that mean emergency when I hope that I can just chat with my soul mates.
Survival is a means interpretted.
Being noticed values my presence.
This nightmare will spend eternity fighting our placement because we are here, in spite of this difficuly, we embrace each interpretation as it trust.
I trust you.
I hope and pray and cling on your energies to be honest.
I adore your personalites.
I admire your unique voices.
I aspire to be the love you reflect.
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