whats really there....

when I see you I don't see the pain you cause others or the pain you cause me...I see the pain you cause you...and I feel sad...sad that I cant fix it ...sad that u believe broken is forever...because if your broken forever... so am I...but I don't believe that... so ill have to lie...so we can be friends and u wont hate me for having an opinion and being happy when I shouldn't be....who says I shouldn't ?science? math? religion? maybe im the new start ...cant you be too...don't you want to be new? well that's up to you...these bodies are just temples we live in ...we take care of...we are the suburbs shacks masions and churches... the energy of the souls i share love with frequent my temple what frequents yours? tv sports money? i hope not

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