Questions of life
To be alive means forever of pain and loss, to be dead means an eternity of your own creation, our life is black and white like an hungry alligator grasps your throat and spins a zebra under the brown water, my friends are like me, or have yet to discover the drenched cheeks covered with salted tears life is like running once you start you don't want to stop, the cool breeze brushes past your skin until the cool breeze becomes a hot rusty feeling like a rubbing salt in a open wound, till you fall and count on the wisdom of the future an loss of the past to catch you.
by Jessica Lee-Ann Taylor
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