every night I die
every day I'm reborn
as long as I create
I'm restored
more and more
I feel the art of the world
the smiles & the similes
the love in these words.
these open arms are scars
as if I could care anymore
I'm filled with guilt
as if I could rebuild my course.
tell me I'm worth it
show me it.
share with me your parodies
I've always loved other humans.
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