the unspoken

the unspoken

We pay for fees we don’t even know exist.
We fight for rights we were given at birth.
Where did all this animosity come from?
Power?
At the end of the day, it will all mean rather little.
The fights, the opposite sides and the control.
The moment they spoke was the moment we unspoken.
We will try and try and try and try and try.
This matters. for a little while.
It’s what is in this life.

cnw

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