You know nothing of me.
Because you cannot see
Beyond your little thoughts and petty hate,
What is honourable and truly great.
You know nothing of you.
Because you never looked
Behind your mask,
Or took the time to ever ask,
What life is really for.
Yet we share this earth.
And our fates are intertwined.
Your blindness, our bind.
So while I deplore the hurt and havoc you cause,
And you persist in resisting my right to exist,
Underneath it all, we still hunger for each other.
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