We each have a purpose in all that we speak,
We all have a desire for each pleasure we seek.
We can say we hate someone, but mean that we don't,
It is the whisper that deceives us,
Yet remains true when we won't.
A meaning, a whisper, cannot be ignored,
You can try for a while, but against your accord,
It will break through a hard shell, not real in this time,
But real in your heart, when your heart is your mind.
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