And then again,
I died even before I declared that I was still breathing.
I guess I have to live by that,
That even before I own things,
I already lost myself and a part of me.
But I still have the courage to risk,
Give whenever I can,
Love whenever I get the chance,
Even if I'd gain nothing in return.
I have been thrown and scalded more than I could ever remember,
And yet everyday,
I rise,
Still able to carry on.
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PoetryIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
