Experience has taught me
And still teaches, firm
Solidifying any doubts
I have had about theories
I will make friends
But only a few will make me
The person of priority in their lives
Experience has taught me
To cry just for a while
And not long to miss the point
All will happen
In the meantime,I must
Call my experiences the experiment
So as to survive the moment
Not to complain
We were born to love
Therefore hate is the reason
We are at war
We fear to be alone
Yet far from loving
Confusion has us make empty
Promises,to be yet another
Lost, waiting to be found
Anyone finding us must be lost
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