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BEING HUMAN

BEING HUMAN

Broken, bleeding

scars and scraps from thriving and living

Speed bumps and rock-walls to precision

A shriek for help,

A help never to come,

Still, a call was made

To ease the pain and leave me sane

“Perfection” peeks far out from yonder

With waning hopes, I’ll reach and glory

With blood-stained sweat, I blazed my trail

With mother earth’s air, my eyes had gone misty

Inhaling and exhaling, this journey must go on

However hard the wind beats

I just must go on

But if ever the wind beats and you hear me shriek again

Remember I am human

NIRVANA

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