Bad things happen.
Good things occur.
Mistakes embarrass.
Corrections provide.
Forgiveness loves.
Ugliness remembers.
Children play.
Adults lie.
Death dies.
You are a person.
I am a person.
We are the days.
We make stories.
You are acting like you deserve "credit for this."
I am the person who said it. I am the one who felt it. I am the one to sing it. I am the one to write it. I am the one to love it. It's only words and ideas to you. Lights are new and days repeat so lets make something different then the last but not different from before. Trails of plans and lizard dens where the people who think they know dwell. Alone. Where you can lie to your life. Its dark but we've all seen it. We are all okay.
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