Blink And You'll Miss It - Poem by Daniel Hooks
Call yourself alive,
Every moment you are dying in your skin.
You're not eternal
though the fires of hell are infernal
and the path to hell is paved with good intentions.
Regret is path easily met
to regret your entire life you might as well be a walking abortion!
Regret, regret nothing!
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