lux127
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Not all who wander are lost
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Post by lux127 on Feb 27, 2018 22:33:27 GMT -5
Bright flashing lights hovered across my retinas as the noises accelerate in decibels.
I have since lost my youth that would dismiss a sound as a vibration in the wind, I have since lost my voice that was robbed from me the moment I aged into a mature adult.
My eyes are no longer innocent, that was robbed from me by a stranger that never even knew my name to begin with.
One on one had added another that was an inconvenience to the society we live in.
Three words have become neglected. I love you, what does that even mean anymore?
Is it personal?
Is another person meant to share love with one incapable of it?
I am only the other person in the room, a witness to society, a witness to the innocence slipping away on the other side of the room.
Love is a disease, one that I will never catch, a disease that was taken from me from human conditioning only another human, a stranger can bring you.
The room broke me, I hope it breaks me no longer.
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