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  • This world feels like a war zone
    The harder we fight, the harder it pushes us
    Dangers lurking within and all around us
    Constantly looking over our shoulders
    Trying to avoid hurt and pain
    Instead of looking ahead
    We feel only the past
    We fear the present
    We worry about our future
    The pendulum swings on and with each passing motion
    We delve deeper and deeper into the hive mentality
    Marching on to which direction and
    For what purpose we never know

    Until we forget what we once cherished
    Until we forget what love is, how to feel again
    What once moved us and gave us something to chase
    We are blind to the beauty in life, or are we just conditioned to stop looking for it?
    Where will we find time to dream?
    Who could find true love anymore?

    Where are the love letters, the romantic gestures?
    The long moments in time that we waited just to hear from someone we barely knew
    The many hours we would stare at their picture
    What is love anymore save for a waste of time
    It isn't practical; it won’t save our lives here
    Surviving always surviving

    In the mess of things we find time to feed the idea of it
    At least for a little while our mundane existences seem brighter
    Our lives worth living, until the real world knocks us hard
    Until we realize that they aren't the ones we want to spend the rest of our lives with
    We get tired of them and find a new infatuation shortly after
    Obsessed with the idea of true love and fairy tale endings
    Emptiness is what we begin to fill our hearts with
    Forever building walls around ourselves
    Until we lose who we really are
    Which lie to believe?

    And then I meet you my darling
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