Watching through this window where I always cry. Sitting in a Lethargic state of mind. The sound of her voice rings through my ears as I begin to cry again. The sorrow I feel when she touches my skin because I don't understand why I can't be with her. When she looks into my eyes all I can feel is sorrow and hate for her elders and family that don't accept the truth that lies in there faces.
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