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Pain that pains the pain that pains
Hate that conceives the hate, that we hate
Loneliness that engulfs the already lonely loneliness
Regrets upon regrets, regretting that we regret

Could be the Price we pay …
For playing the humble games of Kings and Queens, while denouncing our traits from the street
For wearing shinning armour electroplated in silver and gold, until rust reveals our true elements
For playing Romeo and Juliet, but not willing take the concoction of compromise
For playing "Brother and Sister" tags, yet the mind caresses the thoughts of  making brothers and sisters
For denying the tongue the taste of words weaved in
and lurking through the cracks of our Wailing hearts


Could be the price we pay … .
For forcing a donkey to the river, and expect it to jump through the hoops of our fantasised fantasies.
For the care we give wholesomely till it sours into an obsession, something that scares them away
For banking our feelings In a vault fixed for the future, while we expect them to notice of our undying love


Could be the price we pay …
For being forthcoming and submissive, a sign of a free lamb meant for the altar
For being too trusting with our Secrets and Pixel's of our natural melanin, till it becomes food for the public eye

Maybe, could be the price we pay
For being humans.

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