Aware - Poem by Lexie Night
A pink Line of scarlet trails behind its every move.
Soring pain that evaporates leaving awareness.
Telling me I'm alive
But is this a good thing?
Why do we live when the truth is a lie?
When pain is everywhere?
Why should we try?
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