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By Elia (a reader of FBOFW and poet) This is the piece which inspired this section. A beautiful poem by Elia, inspired by chapter 18 of FBOFW (book 1). So many stories to be told... So many secrets to unfold... How do you tell them or how do you explain without having them criticize or complain? And how do you warm up to the one you love if you're getting judged, not just here but up above? How do you hold his hand and look him in the eye? How do you hold him in your heart but turn to others and lie? How can you be true to yourself without losing your place in life? and how can you expect to live without strife? How can you kiss him and hold him and not let the stares bring you down? How can you smile when I just saw you frown? How can you 'understand' when your love for him is considered wrong? "The Answer to Our Life" - now that's a beautiful song. How can you write him a love letter and be so sure that thing's will be better? How can you lie next to him in bed and not confess to your future ahead?... Tell me, how?
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