Human Try
Cry my good creature. Cry the moment your mother gave you the gift of birth.
Scream your lungs out for both the pain and joy you experience.
Make your choices of the obvious and crazy.
Share.
Believe.
Make new humans in your sex and love.
Hate with all your might that which you despise.
Try human, try it hard or easy
When the clouds rise above the horizon and the very rain burns away your skin
You can die knowing you tried life and knowing that atom itself can sing.
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