being lost

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Isolation is the mask that disguises us from those who do not wish to observe. They have eyes, but they cannot see that we are all the same, just unique. I pray that one day they will open their eyes, so they can read in between the lines.
I planted you a rose; sat and watched it bloom the rose didn't feel me watching, or notice that I was trying to forget you.   Who do roses grow for? Surely mine for you,  
Why do I write?Because it is the thing that lets me be creativeWhy does anyone write poetry?It's a song one can sing without knowing the correct notes
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