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We are human Mind body soul As far as the earth tilts and trees grow We are human as empires move and resolves renewed towards the end of an era We are human as closer we walk to an endless road bound by fate and defying ever so freely We are human.... A hand to give thanks at a moments incursion A tear for the saint who was impulsive, uncertain And a tad bit weary of those who had cursed him Outcasted for a wish towards freedom and lost in the street where cars continued speeding Fear the cowering of a yound and feeble Representing nothing but the populous in general Who rebel in the significant ways of scarring and painting Ashamed by the confinement of peers and separation of years that cause damage and smear the walls with degradation Decadent is the child of the mothers who speaks of the absent minded foul of a male known as his father for said abandonment The previous altercation didn't end well did it? Traumatic as a blunt force of a bat to a small pigeon From the same kid who has always witnessed the parents bickering Time progresses as his outbursts change to whims which change to viloence and relaying such a sad experince The last needed aspect is a pressure from similar students Who engage in small talk and the offensive form of humor By poking fun at the sadness that causes his griveing Yet we are simply human How would the understand Everything is strange if you cant comprehend it As another act of vile behavior causes children and administrators to be awe inspired entranced in wonder How something like this could've occurred were you not paying attention earlier Oblivious until the day a person gives up and grabs a razor
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