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May 2014
Being human doesn't mean being perfect anyone can see.
The whole world bares witness to the essence of being human.
Brightness and shadow,ancient and youth,
life and death,color and shade,beauty and ugliness, Riches and poverty, that's being human.
Life isn't flawless, people are often reckless and relentless.
Is being human a punishment nobody knows.
It doesn't matter what it is nobody has gotten alive out of life yet.
Being human is anything but bliss,
But if being human means anything less than purity of thought,
heart and mind, are we really human at all?.

Written 9th May 2014
Written by
Kelly O'hara  Scarborough
(Scarborough)   
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