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Death is sad. Death is beautiful. Death is gory. Hearts are broken. Love becomes extinct. It is inevitable. No one can hide from death. However, people can run toward it because running from it is the beginning of the end.
We are bound and always fall
Stutter forward, sad and stupid.
Shared desperation makes us crawl
--it burns, like fire
like gravel on palms.
the walls we put up to protect
May deceive what's really correct
Perfection is not a goal in reach
That's something the schools can't even teach
But I'm the black kid who swallowed the bleach
