Conformity
Chapter 1
Hard for conformity to take hold, from the consenting soul. Empty sky, because of words never spoken. Feelings never to be expressed. Empathy for poetry. Extending arms in music. Dark in the light. Cracking floorboards and broken glass. Conformity ever creeps. Threatening not with the mundane of life. But a life unfulfilled.
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