Who we are
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We live here in the earth, deep in soil, blood red in clay and skin cresting the sky, we inhale. We are young; Face coated in oil and litter, fumes halo our head
Vulnerability was never meant to be a weakness, as innocence was never meant to be a disability. But in this cruel, revealing world, Love is an unrealistic target
Who are you? Who am I? Who are we? A simple question that needs a simple answer. But do we give it? No
Most of my life, I thought to myself, We are what we wish to be. And while this is most definitely true, The only way we can truly be what we want, Is by acting on our thoughts. Otherwise,
Why am I so lost? We live our lives learning what? Teach me to be me.