There once were two people who didn't have names. One was referred to as The Speaker whilst the second went by The Other. The pair lived together in a place that was both somewhere and something.
It was a nice enough place where the birds sang, flowers grew and the air smelt pleasant, but it wasn't perfect because as life too often teaches us nothing ever is. What transformed the place the place that was both somewhere and something from a pretty little area into somewhere distinctly repugnant were the people who lived there with our pair. These people were different, they did not understand The Speaker and The Other, and these people ridiculed them, called them names. These people hated the two lovers. Scorn poured from their mouths and flooded over the two.
And The Other would've cried. Would have. But The Speaker was always there to hold The Other, and whisper sweet dreams of running away into the Other's ear. Sweet, unrealistic sentences that evaporated the mocking waves sent by the people who didn't understand.
So far nothing's changed, and nothing will change. In the world there will always be people like The Speaker and The Other and there will always be people like those who laughed at them. However it doesn't matter, because deep down, The Speaker will always have The Other and The Other will always have The Speaker.
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