Saturday, 13 March 2010

Seventy

I am every tear you shed
I am all the hate and angst
I am the small laugh that turns to a roar
I am difficult and slippery
I am staring you right in the eye
I am your inner happiness
I am your eternal search
I am what you always have
I am what you give up on

Today, you may not want me. But tomorrow you will need me.
You, this human race, you cannot live without me.


I am Love

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