Human Nature
Towards the end, the curiosity
in one's eyes become bored
and sink unto oneself
seeking self-fulfillment.
And to be told
you are loved, every
morning,
is a beautiful, beautiful
lie.
And if we are human,
why do we try so hard
to be human? Isn't
being humane natural
to animals such as
you and I?
Walk back
where you came from
now, and
pick up what's left.
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