My mom chose life. Twice.
What if all the real people died?Absorb the thoughts
Get under the flesh
Crush the bones
Brittle baby bones
Not even considered in existence
Parts of anatomy
The lies we're told
They killed
Slaughtered
How do I say this?
It is difficult to go
To let the death carry on
One can't change the world
But they can change themselves
One step
At a time
Influence
The key
Life and death
Life and death
Life and death
I choose life
Always
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