A box and some lines

Blank stares conceal your colors

To portray black and white

So true life is confined

Fearing that no other soul can relate

You chose silence

Thinking that misleading others will protect you

Without knowing that others do protect

You live in gray which is infinite and bland

And move in red, which I can’t stand

Men.

                                   Their words to us are limited.

Yet among themselves it's chatter.

the other side.

I make sure the things I hate, can't be hated permanently.

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Why hate something you can't change, when you should be loving?

7:07 am

It's not who writes it or how it's written ... it's where and why that makes who

.Me