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We sit down beneath our favorite tree who only shares its shade with you and me. Crack open that picnic basket, let's start to eat, enjoying it with critters at our feet. Do you remember how you and I fell for each other? Oh, how our love reaches the sky. Your smile simply melts all of my worries away. Don't you see how our love continues to grow each day...? ... "Who are you?"

It started with a child. A vessel of innocence. A waiting stem, hungry for love. I watched this child grow with a smile that filled the universe. I watched as the boy’s parents smothered him with toys and figures, puzzles and books, eagerly paving the way towards his precious imagination. I watched the child fill his room with color and wonder. I watched as he built a mountain out of building blocks, climbing it and claiming his youth. And I watched this boy sleep as silently as the night. I watched as the boy’s parents, tip-toeing away from the child’s room, sway on the waves of their love, as the husband picked up his wife

It broke. Inside every man there is something more dear to him than life itself. A man may lose his head, his arm, his eyes, or even his life, but he is still recognizable as a man. But a man must never lose his soul, lest he become no better than the beasts he once hunted. A traitor to his beliefs, crushing that which makes up this inexplicable organ, is doomed to live the remainder of his days hollow, no longer living but merely undying. Men with broken souls are biological clockwork, rusting out their days until they break down into wet cogs and gears. So cherished, and yet so fragile. It happened while protecting the corrupt government

I love you, More than you know. But your love for me, Is only a show. I’ll never understand, What keeps me coming back. Though you’re good with words, You’re completely void of tact. It must mean something, That I still want you. No matter what happens, No matter what you do. I think about you constantly, I dream of you at night. I’m ashamed of the images, My mind conjures even in the light. I’ve never said the words, But you should know how I feel. Do I actually need to say it, For you to know it’s real? Do you love me? As I do you? Are we both just too stubborn, To say what is true? I guess it&rsquo

What you read is what you get. Many readers cannot exceed past that. But if you bring a magnifying glass to a writer’s brain, You may just see what we truly see. Within the mind of a writer, There are not just words. It is similar to a film, But to us it is all too real. Within our minds, We have a simple sanctuary. Either it be tiny or large, Or just a great big desert. Noises may be here and there, And noises, I do not mean distractions. These noises involve the voices of who are real, And I mean our characters, ourselves. What you see is just the surface. Here take this shovel And dig six feet deep And penetrate the ground furthe