I have a terminal disease
It's called being alive
Every day I wake up
I get to decide
To thrive and to grow
or to wither and die
To see beauty and truth
Or ugly and lies
Of no more days
Is there guarantee
So I'm done being dumb, stubborn and mean
And choose to give love
get honest, and complete
To really live everyday
Like there's nothing to lose
It's truly the way
That's why I refuse
One more half assed yesterday
E.Poe
Sept. 2015
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
I have a terminal disease
It's called being alive
Every day I wake up
I get to decide
To thrive and to grow
or to wither and die
To see beauty and truth
Or ugly and lies
Of no more days
Is there guarantee
So I'm done being dumb, stubborn and mean
And choose to give love
get honest, and complete
To really live everyday
Like there's nothing to lose
It's truly the way
That's why I refuse
One more half assed yesterday
E.Poe
Sept. 2015
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