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we all bleed and we all hurt

Posted to Action Poetry




we all fall down
with a crown of roses
and get back up with a crown of thorns

we all look down
when we have bloody noses
and speed up the bleeding
blow our noses like horns

we all got drunk
on delerium of mortality
but nothing really matters
when you die one day at a time...

except life.

life matters most
where you thik it never would
because even if you do nothing with it
you're always doing something good
if you've got it.