Humans

October 21, 2015

I was made to think my blood was thin;

That if spilled, the universe would not take a second look.

But we were made the same,

Losing me is losing a part of you.

We must stick together.

Hatred against others is a hatred to yourself.

And the bitter jokes and lies are told,

We know.

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