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How fragile must the skin of those that need to feel that they are owed something from nothing. Are owed or are grateful for waking up. Yet not taking on the fragility of life, that others though they held there hands up high were now silent beneath the gaze of tearful eyes asking why, why, why... Thanking something that wasn't apart of that moment but more every action has a reaction. We must realise that life is a random consequence of our actions. And no rabbits foot, or palms crushed together till numb. Will change the fact that the world is a random, chaotic path.. If wake up its because we were lucky, because were all going to take that wrong step sometime... And no hands held high or silent words will ever change that.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
I'll Never Gaze Upward
How fragile must the skin of those that need to feel that they are owed something from nothing. Are owed or are grateful for waking up. Yet not taking on the fragility of life, that others though they held there hands up high were now silent beneath the gaze of tearful eyes asking why, why, why... Thanking something that wasn't apart of that moment but more every action has a reaction. We must realise that life is a random consequence of our actions. And no rabbits foot, or palms crushed together till numb. Will change the fact that the world is a random, chaotic path.. If wake up its because we were lucky, because were all going to take that wrong step sometime... And no hands held high or silent words will ever change that.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
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