none

none of us asked to be here.

none of us chose to be born.

and yet here we are.

perfectly stained.

perfectly flawed.

perfectly aligned.

perfectly alive.

Published by madmagpie

bipolar, clown, poet, wordbutcher, doom, gloom, love, espresso, paradise, lost, beyond

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