ours |
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we aren't our dreams |
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we feel them see them touch them love them |
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let them become our lives our lies |
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set the pulse of our souls |
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let them hurt us |
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but we are not them |
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and we are not our bodies |
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though they feel us see us touch us love us |
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though we change them pierce them |
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fill them feed them |
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they are not us |
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but ours. |
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we are not theirs or them. |
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we are not our actions our smiles our friends our words our lies our writings our thoughts our pasts our pains our wishes our breaths our gods our memories our feelings our voices our schedules our jobs our opinions our orders our hardships our knowledge our music our widom our triumph our waking our cries our futures our hearts our religions our clothing our hunger our prejudice our skin our judgement our families our names our rules our punishment our parts our talents our struggles ourselves |
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we are our souls |
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we are our own |
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we are us. |
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