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I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

Each Generation Wants New Symbols, New People, New Names. They Want To Divorce Themselves From Their Predecessors.

That’s What Real Love Amounts To - Letting A Person Be What He Really Is....most People Love You For Who You Pretend To Be....to Keep Their Love, You Keep Pretending - Performing. You Get To Love Your Pretense...it’s True, We’re Locked In An Image, An Act...

Pain Is Meant To Wake Us Up. People Try To Hide Their Pain. But They're Wrong. Pain Is Something To Carry, Like A Radio. You Feel Your Strength In The Experience Of Pain.

Do You Know We Are Ruled By T.v.?