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Are But Dusts

We are but dusts that pass this earth
We often times die without knowing our real worth
We live and die
Most of the time unable to say goodbye
We often forget the value of our timed life
Too busy getting through our daily strife
But we should remember that we’re not meant to live forever
We are but dusts in this earth,
Meant to live then die

Posted in original

Patched Up

dust yourself, you’ll be alright

i know you’ve hurt a lot

rest assured well patch it all up

you’ll be better than new

the scar is a symbol of what you’ve overcome

the strength you thought

you never had

when we stumble, we learn to walk

when we fall, we learn to stand

when we persevere, we learn not to give up

so rest easy for you did well