In a dismantled universe the boarders are few. The only lines we draw are across our minds and our hearts. We chase men out of our "piece of the pie," desperately holding onto what we don't have. Seldom do we realize we are the other that we desperately chase from out of the four corners of the world. And like a dog chasing his tail, we bark and scratch circumnavigating the globe, looking for a land that speaks, "English only." The displaced come and displace us, tourist in our own backyards. The fear of replacement makes men draw more lines, but across their souls. The wars in our hearts rage worse than any rift created by foreign schisms, unwanted conflicts in the man made third world.Birth sign: Aquarius
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