them

God, couldn't have put it better.
This is perfect,

their children go hungry and ours are born with no souls

rhetoric, I don't know who you are, but I would really like to meet you and just chill together. I feel like we are two people who have come from the same mould; we have been made in the same way.

What is belonging? I don't know anymore.
Belonging is a feeling.
I seem to have forgotten what it feels like. I vaguely remember it feeling warm and fuzzy, but I haven't felt anything like that in so long I've forgotten.

But this entry is not about me. Or us.
It's about them.

2011-09-12
10:51 p.m.

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