Can And Can't

Can And Can't

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I wanna write a poem... Just to put words how I'm feeling. I see the world through these eyes I have and what I see is healing. There is a lot going on right now that we struggle to understand, Like how can that human do that to a child... a woman... a man, we came from nowhere and here we are. No one can explain this. While some souls experience torture, Others experience bliss. I would give my life no question for us all to be the same, To dance all night in the moonlight, To make love in the pouring rain. But this world has different plans for us, Seem's we all have different lessons to learn. It is up to you and I my friends, Do we fly . . . Or do we burn?
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