
It’s sad when one sentence
Creates division for you
A permanent divide
No way for me through
It’s as if you were waiting
For my lips to wreck me
For one word to break us
You never wanted us to be

Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.

It’s sad when one sentence
Creates division for you
A permanent divide
No way for me through
It’s as if you were waiting
For my lips to wreck me
For one word to break us
You never wanted us to be