
Human feet rooted to the earth like trees,
We are all connected,
Nerves that jolt with the cold,
Burn with the sun,
And if the forrest wants my heart,
It will have to help it grow,
If our bodies needs blue water,
I will cry until we drown,
Face up to the clouds,
Reality is upside down,
So to is my smile,
But the expiration date of the world is more important than our own,
When we die we’ll fade into the mountainous snow,
Or down to the ocean floor,
It’s a blessing to have scars on your skin and scars when you speak,
Rather than a murdered life,
I hate you,
I love you,
I’m an angel,
I’m fish food,
I am already everything I'm suppose to be,
So death is just the next adventure,


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