Are we bad or kind?
No two people
Ever the same
When a person is bad
Who or what's to blame?
For we are muscle, bone
Flesh and brain
Made the same way
But never the same
When our lives
Comes to an end
A choice to burn
Or the ground you descend
When alls said and done
No need for fuss
As eventually
We all turn to dust
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Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.
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