s o u n d   -   j a m e s ache your father's sins, your mother's mood swings to perfection fall into a spin, shed another skin strip away all your protection laugh at the wonder of it all laugh so loud you break the fall and you see the gathering clouds cry at the sadness of the world cry so long you break its cold and you hear the gathering sounds do everything you fear in this there's power fear is not to be afraid of laugh at the wonder of it all laugh so loud you break your fall and you hear the gathering sounds come, dip on in leave your bones, leave your skin leave your past, leave your craft leave your suffering heart
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		Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.