The Intruder
An intrusion one might see, a disruption one might agree sinful acts of fleas. But love and courage is what i see A hopeless commitment of an ambitious soul from dawn to dusk to love with unquestionable trust. He's a fool, a fool for superflous sacrifices, a fool of inevitable despair. Yet no man can force his words upon thee for he lacks the courage to be free, free to love, free from fear from the violent force of tradition.
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