Love to all

In a space dedicated to our case
to a room saturated in our does and don’ts
as a soul deprived of its innocence.


Born crying, designing to leave the same
a letter is scribed on a paper of lies
'I'm okay' they swore it and we bought it.


When you call it, I'll record it
A friend or foe we all know
life is precious, to be persisted
not Un-listed for a thought of being miss-depicted.

Who are we, who is he, who is she
to decide the worth of a life
with a meek understanding and a
prehistory lecturer, we think we know enough.

Metaphysical aliments, a teaching
for those with the desire to learn
and the knowledge, that life is priceless.

Life is beautiful, and so are you.

The End

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