Equal in conception and demise,
the difference is in between.
Some say they wouldn’t swap it,
I would.
Under certain conditions.

Equal in deception and lies,
distoring the truth that is unseen.
I’m not made of string.
I have
feelings all the time.

Equal in restricted ways,
yet free in a frustrated maze.
There’s no way out.
I look
every day and hour.

Equal in our fear,
your confidence is mine.
Got to burst this bubble.
I can
hear you again


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