Poem -
Not Dead, Is Not Alive, Until You Mean It
I was not awake
when this happened.
so it had
to happen...
and that's how it works.
It's called Life...
For
no
Reason.
You're either
used to
it.
or not
dead.
and that's where
poetry comes
from.
Sooooo ~~~
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