Washed
My mind turns at the sight of a new chance.
My thoughts spin as I take a second glance.
Why so simple?
Stains erased for a new curious day,
but not forgotten what once did stay.
Why so simple?
To die is simply giving up.
laughing while your standing up.
Why so simple?
Each day is another chance to be.
I want to be the be.
It's that simple.
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