The ability to live
A blessing or a curse
Human nature is a cruel mistress
Takes what she wants to
And does as she please
Never to be seen
They say you are what you reap
That is what's planted in your soul
Bears without grit
Count your blessings
Hold them tight
Make sure you don't take for granted
What another shant
Live to your hearts desire
Sleep when you can't blink
Never let a second pass by
Without taking a dire
Don't let the dark
Cosume the light
Pray for good will
Until you succeed
Be someone who inspires
Not one who kills fire
Let every moment count
Never ceasing to make life exist
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Body without Mind
PoetryA glimpse into the mind of an empath, bearing in mind the toll of what can't be controlled but instead manifested into the mind's darkest creations.
