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Stereotypes is what we live by
Coding our lives is how we drift by
Opinions of others is what we feed upon
An imperfect ideal keeps our breaths going on
This 'perfect' representation of how we should live
Like obedient robots; they ask and we give
Are we so dumb, we can not think?
These shadows so strong, we can not blink?
Blink away the darkness that we have draped ourselves in
These rose tinted glasses we wear through thick and thin
When will we break free from all these chains?
Live a life where we rule the reigns?
These stereotypes by which we swear
Can be broken, when will we dare?
It is we who have to help ourselves
For God doesn't help those
Who don't help themselves
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1.1 || Floraison
Poetry*completed* ○•FLORAISON ○•(French : Bloom) •Words spun into poems Letters dipped in gold Sentences laced with elegance Alphabets with a story of their own ○• I present you FLORAISON, a book whose blank pages bloomed when ink touched the rough pape...
