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Where’s all the love at?

Isn’t it sad that when I write words of pain
You nod your head and remember a time when you felt the same
Yet if I write words of love, peace and happiness
You scrunch your face and think I’m insane
Isn’t it sad that pain is universal
Yet where is all the love at?

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Lonelyer than space

They say in space nobody can hear you scream
But that’s true on Earth too
Because we scream inwards
Whilst outwards we project a smile
Which we keep up for a while
But as soon as were alone
We scream and shout
But away from the window because we don’t want anybody to know
So we never show, how we truly feel on our face
Sometimes earth can be as lonely as space.