Damaged
souls,
Pretending
To
know.
Only love
for those
Reflecting
an image
Back
broken.
I have
my doubts
We will
ever be whole
With
God or without.
Still
injured
Inflicting
pain:
Better--
Saved.
Another
charade,
A shroud
Our Truth.
“This above all: to thine own self be
true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man!”
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man!”
Hamlet Act 1, scene 3, 78–81
"You Haven't Done Nothing," Stevie Wonder
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