Hurting other people what are the reasons for it?
Since seasons change, shouldn’t we in that instance,
Minimize the hurt, print on t-shirts, how we can change…
Shouldn’t we give it a chance instead of giving into pretence?
It’s not a life sentence, for us to change who we are into what we can be in an instance…
Become the inverse of who we are.
And before the universe begins a new era,
It should find us human, Everyman with a Woman…
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