What is this
There our times
We speak of love and rhythmic voices
Yet we expect to receive what we aren't
We want to feel but we don't give
To give and let go as a form of compassion
Talk about flying into space discovering ancient ruins
But fear the smallest and easiest things
Talking about love someone or asking someone for help
We fear being vulnerable around others for fear
Fear destructs us
Let us love let us get our hearts broken
who cares we have another day to try again
but never give up
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