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 114. Though I May Hearů
The Voices
I hear as my
Own thoughts
I don't have to
Accept
As mine,
Just because
I can hear
Them.

Some are
The Nay-Sayers
The Social
Bullies
We have
Given
Free rent
To
In our
Own heads.
Some were
Even the
People
We Love,
Who we never
Could
Imagine
Would be
Made to fashion
Chains
To enslave
The very
Hearts
They thought
They were
Protecting.

Every excuse
Is a lie.
Every thought
That brings
Heaviness
Isn't
Heaven made.

I don't have
To Believe
Anything
I think,
Especially
If it's NOT
Based
In Love.

Times three.
So mote it be.

I don't care
Who it is
I hear
In here
I only
Have to
Listen
To Love.
All else
Are lies.


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