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And I do wonder, how?
Society is accepted from
birth conformity constrains your
mind from the freedom of death.

Society, one can complain
or one can conform
but never does one ever
change it for the best.

The best, opinion at its
best, a paradox of the
language, of the human
mind, of the inhuman soul.

The soul, metaphysical,
surreal, dictating our future
based on the actions of
the now, never being free.

Free, the lie we pretend
to experience every day and
calling this out leads to
accusations and comparisons.

Comparisons of what? Comparing
two broken things and declaring
one to be the better only proves
we lie instead of fix.

The fix we all need, the
drug of this world, the
feeling of surrealism, the
emotion of love.

Love? Defined by society,
conformed by society. Love?
A cruel misrepresentation. A
lie that hides the real feeling.

The real feeling of love. The real
notion of care and joy and happiness,
undefined and open for interpretation,
open for business. Love?