There he goes, misunderstood; hated, stereotyped, usually mocked; there she goes, confused, neglected, sympathized with, and consoled. There he goes, running away; to nowhere, life’s astray. Here, she wants to stay; don’t push her away, don’t alienate. There they are loath; wounded by time and fate; there they are in-like but lost; Guilty to know its worth.
Preservation of humanity is as complicated as upholding sanity. When one feels that she can’t talk, well she can write, when one can’t come out in the open, and lay down her cards she can hide but be found in a blog.
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